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Fifty-nine Days | Dylan Lenivy

*•.¸♡Request : No

*•.¸♡Prompt : none

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : minor plot changes, reader is shorter than 6'0ft, slight angst, loys of fluff, cute Dylan, sexual implications, smut (comes in later), sex in a public place (no one sees), fingering (F receiving), hand job (M receiving), oral (F receiving), praise, Dylan and Reader are switches, cocky Dylan

*•.¸♡Paring : Dylan Lenivy x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 59 days. It takes Dyaln Lenvi 59 days to fall for you and one moment to turn it to hell

*•.¸♡words : 5.4k words

*•.¸♡A/N : I did not expect this to turn out this long, but holy crap am I proud of it

*•.¸♡A/N 2 : I wrote Dylan as Bisexual, I don't know if he's Bi and only liked Ryan at camp or he is just gay, but I spent a VERY long time writing this and really don't want to change it so my apologies

❁ Day One; Meet Cute

Going to a summer camp to be a swimming coach and supervisor of kids and young teens was something different, and different is exciting but you couldn't help but feel nervous about walking to Mr H's office to confirm your attendance

Mr H was welcoming and made you feel comfortable until another camper came bursting in announcing the radio was continuing to 'shout' at him

"Mr H, the radio is shouting still," Dylan announced swinging the door open. "I have- Whoa." Dylan stopped realising he had interrupted a meeting.

"Ah hey Dylan," Mr H smiled, slightly shocked at his sudden entrance. Your heart pounded as if you were in the wrong for being in the office. "Dylan this is the new counsellor, Y/N." You waved slightly, the thumping still pounding in your chest.

"My bad," Dylan chuckled, smiling uncomfortably. "Hi there Y/N."

"Hi Dylan," You smiled, slightly intimidated by how tall he was.

"Just one sec," Mr H apologized. You nodded, looking away awkwardly. "Now what's the problem, Dylan?"

"The radio gear is making weird noises and I can't get it to work, like, at all," Dylan explained rocking on the balls of his feet.

"I can take a look," You said suddenly making the two look at you. "I uh, I majored in IT and robotics, working some radio gear out wouldn't be too hard." Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Only uh, if you- if that's y'know, okay."

"All up to you Y/N, it would give me some time to go over some more paperwork," Mr H nodded, taking a seat at his desk. "Dylan?"

"God please," Dylan joked and you couldn't help but laugh.

Dylan led you from Mr H's office and across to the radio shack. You took a seat at the radio gear and a teasing smile took over your face. "Hey Dylan, have you used a radio before?" You asked looking over your shoulder.

"Is that a trick question?" Dylan asked, watching your fingers tap at the desk. You motioned him over and he stood behind the chair resting a hand on the desk and back of the chair.

"This is a tuning knob, it's the thing that chooses the radio frequency," You started and Dylan nodded listing to your explanation. "But it needs to connect to something like this speaker, yeah? The speaker that is making the cracking noises." Dylan nodded watching you tap the old speaker. "But your problem is the speaker is on, but the radio itself isn't." Dylan's jaw dropped as you flicked a switch on the side of the radio from 'off' to 'on', the green light switching on.

"You're fucking with me right?" Dylan cursed turning his head to look at you.

"No, I am not fucking with you," You smile.

❁ Day Two; Early Morning Chats

Spending your first night alone in the middle of the woods with spooky noises freaked you out far more than you appreciated

Taking a stroll to the lake at four am to skip rocks on the water you did not expect to see Dylan in Buggs bunny pj's come to the water to do the same thing

"Oh hey, hey Y/N, "Dylan mumbled awkwardly trying to cover the cartoon rabbit on his blue shirt.

"Hey Buggs," You joked, picking up another rock and throwing it watching it hit the dark sparkling water and found across the top three times.

"Wow, you're pretty good at that," Dylan commented, dropping his arms to his side and walking to stand by you. You mumbled a thank you before doing the same thing again. "So uh... what are you doing out here? Perving on the fish?"

You giggled, shaking your hand and passing Dylan a rock. "I was going more for the woodland creatures but I won't pass up a good opportunity," You quipped, watching Dylan toss the rock in his palm. "Creepy woods, couldn't sleep properly."

"Same, plus Jacob snores louder than an earthquake," Dylan commented, trying to balance the rock on the tip of his finger. "Do you know how to skip a rock?"

"Skim," You spoke up, tossing another.

"I thought it was skip?" Dylan asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Eh, well I've heard it both ways," You shrugged picking up another and skipping it.

"Ah, but no I've never skipped a rock," Dylan rock in his hand.

"Hand," You requested, holding yours out. Dylan rested his hand on top of yours watching you as you gently bent his fingers around the rock. His eyes moved up to watch your face but you caught him staring. "Focus."

"Yep," Dylan nodded looking back down at his hand curled around the rock.

"Your thumb supports it and creates the momentum and it will roll off your pointer making it spin," You explained, holding Dylan's waist and spinning Dylan's body to the side, his feet facing the water his torso spun to face you. "It will rest on your middle finger in the meantime. You just spin your body and flick your arm from the elbow, and hopefully, it will fling from your hand and bounce on the water."

Dylan nodded following your instructions. Spin the torso, flick from the elbow, spin off the finger and bounce on the water. "Ha, ha! Yeah!" Dylan yelled in victory as the rock bounced on the water before plopping into the water. You clapped as Dylan cheered. "See that, that was so cool!"

❁ Day Ten; Blushing Red

Dylan was simply trying to help a kid carve Emma and Jacob forever into the tree trunk instead he interrupts your swimming lessons and turns, for lack of a better word, as red as a tomato

This starts the kids teasing of the crush developing between you both

"Are you sure Mr Hackett won't be mad at us?" The young camper Gabby asked as she watched Dylan carve the final letters.

"I'm positive, plus even if he finds out, whose to say lover boy Jacob didn't do it?" Dylan joked before putting the swiss army knife back in his pocket. "Now go, I think Chef Nick is cooking up some cookies." Gabby laughed before rushing for a group of campers that were heading for the lodge.

Dylan turned, meaning to head back to the radio shack but he caught sight of a swimming lesson and figured to head over and tease you. "Dylan! Hi!" Another camper, Isaac, yelled, with an over-exaggerated wave.

"Hey champ, how's swimming?" Dylan asked, giving him a high five through the fence.

"So much fun, Y/N's an amazing teacher!"

"Isaac! You're up!" You yelled, waving the boy over. Dylan's sarcastic comment about you running all the fun at the sight of you in a red and black stripped bikini. And suddenly red is Dylan's favourite colour. "Hey, Dylan!"

"Uh- hey, hey Y/N," Dylan stuttered, already feeling the hot redness of a blush creeping up the back of his neck and over his cheeks, dusting them in light pink.

"Dylan's blushing!" A camper shouted and the others erupted in a fit of giggles and 'oohs'.

"All right, all right settle down!" You called, pulling the attention back to you, not that Dylan's ever left. "Half an hour splash around then we will continue with the rest of you guys's laps!" Immediately as the words left your mouth the kids rushed for the pool. "Be responsible, I will revoke your pool privileges if you act like idiots!"

You rolled your eyes and walked to the side gate, resting your hands against the brick wall it was built in. "Huh, you are red," You teased, tilting your head to watch Dylan's cheeks darken in colour.

"No, I uh, I mean-" Dylan stopped and took a breath, trying to look anywhere else than where the water decided to drip and roll down your skin. "I am going to stop talking now and go back to my shack."

"You know we could go to the river tonight, I could teach you, y'know a private lesson," You offered, watching Dylan's face go completely red.

"I can't tell if you're messing with me," Dylan mumbled, staring straight into your eyes. You laughed, and Dylan played with black cuffs on his writs.

"I'm messing with you, campfire's tonight," You smiled, ignoring the blush growing on your cheeks. "We'll just have to reschedule." You sent Dylan a playful wink before turning back to the campers.

❁ Day Twenty-five; Tension and Rain

Dylan isn't trying to be dramatic, but my god is he dramatic

Rain is moving inwards and Dylan is trying to get your attention. But you are very stubborn but Dylan will do whatever to get your attention.

"Not to be, like, dramatic or anything, but I think it's gonna storm," Dylan stated, nudging your shoulder. You groaned half asleep as you and Dylan lay in the grass as the others ate lunch. Dylan huffed, poking your shoulder, "Y/N." You brushed him, resting your hands behind your head. Dylan squinted and poked your shoulder again, "Y/N..."

"Dylan, I am trying to sleep," You mumbled grabbing your jumper and tossing it at his face.

"Number one, this jumper is soft as baby pandas, number two..," Dylan rolled on top of you, straddling your stomach, putting all his pressure on top of you. "Y/N listen to me!"

"Okay okay!" You gasped, pressing your hands to Dylan's torso. "I'm listing! Dylan! Jesus, Dylan Lenivy! Get off!" Dylan lifted himself by his elbows, taking the pressure off of your stomach. Your hands still pressed to his stomach, your chest heaving. "You're like skinny as shit, why are so heavy?" Dylan went to lower his elbows but you pushed him harder. "Dylan I swear to god!"

"Okay okay, I'm done," Dylan laughed pushing himself up and resting on his knees. "Now-" A raindrop hit your forehead, then another, and another.

"Shit!" You cursed, Dylan stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You grabbed your jumper with your free hand as it started to pour with rain. Dylan held your hand as you both sprinted for the radio shack. Dylan threw the door open and pulled you in, throwing the door closed behind him.

You shook your jumper out throwing it over your shoulders before plopping yourself in the office chair Dylan usually sat in. "Comfy?" Dylan questioned. You smiled and slid further into the chair. Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled the other chair in front of the radio equipment, holding down the Microphone button.

"Yo, yo, yo Hacketters, DJ Dylan here," Dylan started, and you giggled quietly to yourself. "Rain has moved over the quarry, so I'd move those butts inside and grab your stuff and head to the Hall. Just cause its raining doesn't mean we don't have fun stuff for you guys to do!" Dylan clicked the mic off and leaned back in his chair, spinning to look at you.

You sat on your phone, scrolling through your downloaded music.

"Hey quick Q," Dylan started, watching you spin in the office chair. You clicked on a song before resting your phone on the table, the music echoing around the small shack. "How did you get your phone back? Mr H was very strict about it."

"I didn't turn it in, and I bought portable charges so I am set," You explained, grabbing the armrest on Dylan's chair and stopping yourself from spinning anymore.

"You, Y/N L/N, are one sneaky and brilliant woman," Dylan smiled, grabbing your chair and pulling you closer, leaning his head on your shoulder, rubbing his face on your fluffy jumper.

"Why thank you, DJ Dylan," You laughed, brushing Dylan's hair back. "Are we staying in here forever or...?"

"I figured until the rain stops," Dylan mumbled finally lifting his head.

"Are we gonna talk about five minutes ago?" You asked, lifting your legs and resting them across Dylan's. Dylan hummed in confusion, resting his hands on your thighs. "You quite literally straddling me."

"I needed to get your attention," Dylan shrugged, tapping his fingers on your legs.

❁ Day Thirty-seven; Heart To Heart and Coming Out

Dylan grabbed a few cokes and snacks and you both sat in the tree house, watching the sun go down

You started to open up to each other, learning about each other

"Well hopefully I get into something with Quantum physics," Dylan admitted, his legs swinging on the edge.

"Quantum physics," You repeated taking a sip from the glass coke bottle. Dylan nodded turning away, fiddling with his watch. "What's quantum physics?"

"Physics but quantumy," Dylan shrugged sipping his cola. You waited for him to keep talking but he just kicked his feet.

"And..." You encouraged.

"And?"

You laughed, brushing your hair back. "And...What is it really? And why do you like it? What made you want to study it?"

"Oh, you're actually interested," Dylan said in shock, looking at you surprised. You nodded, bringing your legs up and crossing them waiting for Dylan to keep talking. "Well quantum physics allows for particles to be in two states at the same time. It's focusing on what makes things at their fundamental level, like their property and nature." Dylan paused and sipped on his coke again. "I know I'm not very sciencey, but I was kinda nervous when I first got her so the jokey sociable side came out."

"So you're a smarty pants who is hiding his intelligence by covering it with jokes and quips?" You questioned putting the empty coke bottle to the side.

"Uh, yeah basically," Dylan nodded, messing with his watch again.

"I mean, I get it," You nodded stretching your legs back out.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked.

"Hiding what you're really like cuz your nervous... or scared," You explained, taking Dylan's coke and sipping from it.

"So what? You have a super-secret weird fetish or somethin'?" Dylan laughed, taking his coke back.

"Uh..."

"You don't have to tell me," Dylan offered, moving his hand to rest next to yours.

"No I want to," You nodded, moving your hand to sit on his. "You ever like someone and not been able to tell them because they wouldn't react the best?"

"Like they're already dating?"

"No..."

"Like... they're the same gender?" Dylan guessed again. You nodded softly and took the coke back. "Oh, yeah I get that." Dylan nodded, smiling softly. "Bi and ready to fly."

"You made that up," You sighed with a smile, finishing off the drink.

"Yes, but it was amazing wasn't it?" Dylan nudged your shoulder, smiling like a two-year-old that saw an ice cream truck.

"Sure, sure," You smiled nudging him back.

"So that's what you are? Bi?" Dylan asked in a serious tone.

"I don't really know, but I will say women are hot," You admitted, with a cocky smile.

"That is a very true statement, and men are very sexy," Dylan added, leaning back on his free hand.

"A-greed."

❁ Day Forty-six; Almost

Jacobs's plan to prank Nick goes horribly wrong, most likely pulling something in his ankle

So unfortunately you and Dylan are forced to make the campers lunch

Dylan groaned, sighing as he leaned on the counter. "Stop complaining, you'll be fine," You teased as you put together a sandwich.

"But it's so boring," Dylan continued to groan.

"I'm on the last couple of sandwiches, then we can take a break," You offered, looking up at Dylan. Dylan sighed and nodded walking over to you and standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. "You're hovering."

"So? I am going to continue to annoy you until you're finished," Dylan shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a hand to the counter you were working on. "Why couldn't Mr H just do this?"

"Jesus, Dylan, you are right next to my ear," You said flinching away. "You do not need to be so loud," Dylan mumbled a sorry, resting his hand on his hip. "Mr H won't do this because this is what we need to do as counsellors."

"No, this is what Nick is meant to do," Dylan complained much quieter this time, his breath fanning over your neck. You chuckled, putting the sandwich on a paper plate. "Okay you're done," Dylan said grabbing your hips and trying to tug you along. You gripped the counter stopping Dylan from pulling you away.

"Dylan I have two more to make," You sighed spinning around to face Dylan. He huffed, letting you go and resting both his hands on the counter. "Do you really want to leave these kids hungry?"

"No... but I would like to have the rest of my free time not doing Nick's job," Dylan pointed out.

"Well, it's not his fault Jacob's stupid prank went wrong," You reminded him, resting against the counter. Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you.

"Please, Y/N..." Dylan begged, pouting his lip out.

You held the side of his cheeks pulling his face up in line with yours. You couldn't help but let your eyes flick to his lips for a second. "No," You huffed, trying to turn back to the food.

Dylan grabbed your hips again, locking you back in place on the counter. The sudden spin made you clutch on Dylan's shirt to steady himself. Dylan looked across your face his eyes pausing on your lips this time, you couldn't help but stare at his as well. Dylan brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you close.

"Are you losers done in here?!" Kaitlyn yelled, throwing the doors open. Dylan pushed himself back and you spun around to the sandwiches you were supposed to be making. "Oh-" Dylan's face was bright red as he looked around the kitchen for something to distract himself with.

"Were, uh, almost done here," You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. Kaitlyn smiled, looking between you both.

"It's okay, I'll finish up with Dylan, Ryan needs help by the boat house cause you know... you are the swimmer," Kaitlyn explained with a sly smile. You nodded, sparing a glance at Dylan who was still red with embarrassment.

❁ Day Fifty-eight; Jealousy And Realisation

You and Ryan were cleaning up the boats after the double lesson for the final day you had with the kids

Dylan helps Kaitlyn find sticks and wood for the fire

Ryan helped you tug the final boat up the shore, you both exhausted from the campers. "God how do those kids have so much energy?" you joked, stretching your arms over your head. Ryan glanced up, watching your swimmers pull against you.

"I know, they're a little crazy," Ryan chuckled pulling his swimming trunks up a bit. "There's a few life savers in the water, if you can grab those ill stack the boats."

"Yeah, just be careful though, those things are heavy," You commented, making your way back to the water. You dove under the water from the boat ramp, tugging the lifesavers from the rocks they were tied.

You brought them back to the ramp, tossing them up. "Do you need some help?" Ryan teased, watching you try and pull yourself up.

"Don't be a dick," you said rolling your eyes. Ryan laughed and reached down, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. "Holy crap, you're strong." Ryan grabbed your waist to steady you, making sure you didn't fall.

Dylan walked from the radio shack, Kaitlyn walking next to him. "So have you talked to her?" Kaitlyn asked, picking up sticks for the camp's final bonfire.

"Who? Y/N?" Dylan asked, pulling along a large tree branch and a bundle of smaller sticks in the other.

"Uh, yeah, obviously," Kaitlyn nodded, wiping her hand on her pants. "You two seemed pretty close in the kitchen." Kaitlyn grabbed another branch, resting it between her arm and stomach.

"Well we weren't, there was nothing to be close about," Dylan sighed with a sarcastic tone. "Just drop it."

"Sorry, sorry," Kaitlyn apologised with a teasing smile. "Well, maybe you still have a chance- oh shit."

The two stopped. Dylan watches Ryan pull you from the water, grabbing you by the waist to steady you. Kaitlyn watched Dylan clench his jaw and fists, accidentally snapping the sticks. "If there wasn't a moment to be close, why are you having a moment of jealousy?" Kaitlyn pointed out.

Dylan lifted his free hand, raking it through his hair. "Oh fuck me," Dylan cursed, feeling his heart tighten and his stomach twist.

"Let's get these back to Mr H," Kaitlyn encouraged, tugging Dylan along.

"Um, I just wanted to say," Ryan started, handing you a towel as you both stepped into the boat house. "That um you're super funny and cool and you're super hot, or uh, pretty-"

"Ryan," You called, calming Ryan down. "While I accept the compliments entirely and agree with the campers that you are very attractive, I just don't see you that way." Ryan nodded with a small disappointed smile.

"Nah, Nah, I get it, but y'know, got to shoot my shot," Ryan nodded. "Plus I know you had something with Dylan."

"What?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I thought you and Dylan..." Ryan trailed off, hanging his towel around his shoulders

"No, no, I mean yeah he's super smart and funny, and he's pretty cute-" You cut yourself off, sighing at how oblivious you were. "Oh fuck me, I like Dylan."

"It took you that long to figure it out?" Ryan said, laughing softy.

❁ Day Fifty-nine; Truth Or Dare, Kiss Me

Dylan's plan of truth or dare ends up in a different direction than what he was hoping for, but you will never catch him complaining

Ps, this is where the smut comes in

The moon had fully risen lighting the camp in a cool white glow. Jacob had supplied the group with beer, and watermelon and Kaitlyn had a bag of Peanut butter butter pops. You squished between Dylan and Kaitlyn, wanting the quickest access to the beer and Kaitlyn was sharing the butter pops with you.

Dylan clapped his hands, clearly bored with the conversations everyone was having. “Okay! New idea. Party game!” Dylan declared, setting his beer down. Some people groaned not wanting to stop their discussions. “Come on, people, we might never see each other again after tonight! Let’s make some memories!”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Kaitlyn asked, holding the butter pops out for you.

“How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies,” Dylan suggested, sparing a glance your way. “Truth or Dare, but Dylan style. Okay, so house rules are, someone asks you a truth or dare. Then you choose, and then you pick the next person. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.”

"Dylan, that's normal truth or dare," You chuckled, sipping on your beer.

Dylan stuttered, his face dusting pink, "Uh, yes."

“So... we can, like, make people kiss?" Kaitlyn asked, her eyes darting around, pausing on you for a second longer.

“If they choose dare, yeah. As long as everyone consents... of course,” Dylan confirmed.

“Cool beans," Kaitlyn shrugged trying to contain her smile.

“I mean, keep it in your pants until it’s your turn, but…” Dylan teased.

“I mean, who does get to go first?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Well it's house deals, so..." Dylan trailed off looking around the fireplace. Dylan clapped his hands together, turning to the other logs. "Abigail! Truth or dare?"

"Umm," Abigail thought. "Truth"

"Really dodged a bullet huh?" Dylan questioned. "Alright. Here goes. Have you ever slept with anyone?"

"Oh, uh... I..." Abigail trailed off.

"At this camp," You clarified.

"Hey, you cant-"

"Have you ever slept with anyone at this camp?" You repeated slapping your hand over Dylan's mouth.

"Ah, no! Nope. Sorry," Abi answered, shaking her hand. You removed your hand and took a sip from your beer.

"Alright Abi, it's your turn," Dylan continued, glancing back at you quickly.

"Alright okay, um..." Abi thought for a while with encouragement from Kaitlyn but Emma lost her patience and jumped in.

"Ugh! Ding, ding, ding, too late," Emma sighed. "My turn. Ryan truth or dare?"

"Dare, gimme what you got," Ryan said enthusiastically.

"Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice."

"Can she do that?"

"I can do whatever I want," Emma dismissed. "And I dare you... To kiss... Either Dylan... or Y/N."

"Wow... I mean... I guess 'both' is off the table?" Ryan questioned trying to get past the choosing part.

"Sorry- I don't make the rules," Emma shrugged holding her hands up in defence.

"I mean you literally just did, but okay, let's do this," Ryan sat for a moment, looking at the two. "Y/N shall we?" Ryan gave you a small wink. You sighed and walked to Ryan who placed his beer down before standing up as well.

He held the side of your face shielding your face. "I'll dare Dylan to kiss you," Ryan whispered, making you smile softly. You stepped back bringing your hair back and sat beside Dylan who looked slightly disappointed.

"Y/N!" Ryan shouted excitedly.

"Wait no dude, she just went," Jacob complained throwing his hands up.

"Nope, shut up!" Emma encouraged, seeing Ryan glance between you and Dylan.

"Dare," You stated, leaning forward slightly.

"I dare you..." Ryan paused dragging out the suspense. "...To hook up with Dylan already. Who might I add you've been pining over for the past two months."

"What!?" Nick shouted, bewildered at the new information. You stood up and Ryan tossed you the keys to the lodge. Dylan looked up at you, shocked but... excited.

"Dylan," You said holding your hand out for him. "Shall we?" Dylan took your hand and tugged him up. "I give my go to Jacob!" You shouted, tugging Dylan quicker.

Dylan walked behind you, slightly stunned. "Just ah, so you know I didn't kiss Ryan, he told me he was gonna dare me to kiss you, not you know... hook up."

"Do you want to? Hook up I mean," Dylan asked as you reached the lodge.

"I mean yeah, do you?" You asked pushing the door open.

Dylan pushed you inside holding your face as he bent down to kiss you. "God yes," Dylan rasped against your lips. Dylan kicked the door closed behind him, pushing you further in until you bumped into a table.

"Really the table?" You asked, pulling back, your hands draped around his shoulders.

"It this or Mr H's bed," Dylan shrugged, still staring at your lips. You nodded and pulled yourself onto the wooden table. Dylan moved close, standing between his legs as he moved back to kiss you again.

You pulled back for a second to breathe and Dylan moved to leave marks and bites down your neck. "Fuck... Dylan," You sighed throwing your head back, your hands tugging at his hair.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Dylan asked pulling back. You slipped your arms away, hooking your finger to the bottom of your shirt and peeling it off. Dylan gave a giddy smile before diving back in to kiss you again, "Jesus Christ you're gorgeous." You smiled against his lips, running your hands down the front of his chest, to the bottom of his shirt.

You slipped your hands under the grey material, feeling across his toned torso. You tugged it up and Dylan grabbed the back, pulling it over his head and tossing it toward your discarded shirt. "Shit, fuck your pretty-" You cut yourself off, kissing down his chest.

"Is that a good thing?" Dylan asked, tilting his head back up to look at him.

"God yes," You mumbled, pulling him back to kiss you. You grabbed him through his belt loops, messily unbuckling his belt and tossing it away. You quickly kicked your shoes off as Dylan pulled back slipping your pants off. Dylan ran his hands up your thighs, his lips back on your throat. Moans slipped past your lips, very aware of Dylan's fingers drumming on your inner thigh. Dylan paused, making you look at him properly, "If you ever want to stop just say something, yeah?" You nodded, trying to pull Dylan back to you but he slid his hands along the table leaning as close as possible without touching you. "Y/N..."

"Let you know if I want you to stop," You repeated, resting a hand on his cheek.

Dylan smiled, quickly pecking your nose, "Sweet." You giggled and pulled him down to kiss you. Dylan moved his hands across your stomach, pulling the elastic of your underwear and letting it snap against your skin.

"Dylan..." You whined trying to get him to touch you. Dylan chuckled, letting his thumb run under the fabric. "Dylan please touch me."

Dylan nodded hooking his fingers under your underwear and you lifted your hips making it easier for him to pull them down. Dylan ran his fingers through your wetness, circling your clit. "Oh fuck."

You tugged at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Dylan reeled his hand back, making you whine softly. He quickly slipped his shoes off and stepped back letting you tug his pants off and he finished pulling them off completely. You tugged at his hips dragging him back to you and you pulled his boxers down enough that his dick sprung out. Dylan kissed you, small hisses and pants slipping past his lips as you pumped his cock, twisting your hand occasionally. Dylan dug his teeth into his lip trying to hold back a loud moan. "Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" Dylan chuckled, a moan taking over the end of his sentence.

You smiled, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. You tugged his boxers off completely and Dylan quickly stepped out of them, your hand never leaving his dick. You sped your hand up, sliding your thumb over his slit and Dylan's knees almost gave out. His hands shot to the table to steady himself and chuckled softly at him, kissing under his jaw and leaving a dark purple mark there.

"God if you keep doing that you're gonna make me cum," Dylan moaned, moving to hide his face in your neck, his teeth digging into his lip again You brought your other hand away from his hips, running your fingertips along the bottom of his cock and up to toy with his slit, the other hand still pumping him.

"That's kinda the point," You giggled. You kissed his shoulder as he jerked his hips into your hand. You stroked him with a faster, harder rhythm, kissing back up his neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dylan repeated, his thrusts chasing your hand movements. "I'm gonna cum, holy fuck! Y/N!" Dylan's hips rutted into your hand, his cum spilling into your palm. You kissed along his shoulder, using your clean hand to trace shapes on his back. Dylan pulled away from your neck, his lips red and swallow from biting them.

You gently ran your thumb across his bottom lip, before moving to his jaw and then kissing him softly. Dylan moved his hands up your thighs, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips helping him pull them down. He moved to rest on his knees, kissing up your legs.

Dylan ran two of his fingers from your slit to your clit, circling it with quick movements. "Fuckin' hell," You hissed, falling back on your hands, not missing the cocky smile Dylan gave you. Dylan slipped his fingers back down your slit, teasing you slowly. "Dylan I swear-" Dylan suddenly leant forward, taking your clit in his mouth. A hand shot to his hair, tugging it as Dylan rolled your clit against his tongue. His hand gripped your hip keeping you pressed against the table, his other slowly pushing two fingers inside you.

Moans and gasps slipped through your lips as Dylan steadily pumped his fingers into you, curling them at the knuckles making you clench around him. Dylan continued to assault your clit with his tongue, his thumb tracing circles into your hip. "Jesus, fuck me, holy- Fuck, feels so good," Your legs started to shake and Dylan pressed you harder into the wood table. "God Dylan, I'm gonna-"

Dylan moved his fingers in a beckoning motion, speeding up his movements. Dylan sucked harder on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. Your arms gave and your legs twitched as pleasure hushed through you. Dylan slowly pulled his fingers from you, working you through your orgasm.

Dylan pushed himself up, leaning over you and kissing you. His hands pressed beside your head, the other resting on your cheek. "Your so fucking gorgeous," Dylan whispered, pulling away from you ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Dylan helping you sit up. "Like god you're fucking perfect." You laughed softly, kissing Dylan again.

"Do you want to keep going-?" A shrill scream rang out, causing you both to jump slightly.

"What the fuck was that?"

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delopsia · 2 years

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can you do something nsfw dylan lenivy x reader? Please,i need this,I really love your writing <3

oh oh i almost forgot about my plans for dylan oh no

Word Count: 2,700 Warnings: Mild swearing, oral sex (reader giving), not beta read in the slightest. Slightly subby Dylan because I'm a whore & Gender-Neutral reader Cross Posted Here On AO3

The keys are heavy in your hand, cold against your clammy skin, heavier than you expected. You're still catching up to what just happened; exhausted gray cells struggle to connect two and two, even as you watch Mr. H's truck fly down the dirt driveway. It disappears in a cloud of red dust, an angry engine echoing throughout the unusually empty quarry.

"Anyone have 'Being Abandoned In The Woods' on their bingo card?" Dylan's always been faster processing these sudden events than you are.

In just a few seconds, your rag-tag group has been stunned into a trance, eyes glazed over, fixated on the empty driveway before you. Forgotten, the van continues to burn, flames licking out from under the hood. Kaitlyn opens her mouth to speak, blinks, but nothing comes out.

A pale hand waves in front of your eyes. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

"No," just like that, you've broken from your trance. Dylan hesitates, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. You know this look. He's always so focused on maintaining his false persona, coming up with jokes and reactions for situations that haven't happened yet, that deviations from his predicted scenarios throw him off.

In the silence that follows, it strikes you that your peers have turned their attention to the two of you. Dylan grinds his teeth, face growing increasingly pale; you've thrown him off, and he's struggling to get back on.

And everyone's witnessing it.

"Is anyone going to put out the fire?" You blurt, waving your empty hand towards the heavy black smoke.

Like a dam broken, everyone moves. Nick runs for the hose, Jacob and Ryan go for buckets. You'd help if you weren't suddenly concerned for your luggage, stored in the back of the smoke-filled van. Opening the trunk feels like opening the door to a hot oven; the heat hits you like a freight train.

A flurry of hands reach for the bags, already warm to the touch, tossing them haphazardly from the trunk and to the ground. A little bit of dirt is better than being fodder for a surprise vehicle fire. It feels like forever passes before the boys come back with water.

"Jacob, move!" Nick's run out of hose, can't move any further and Jacob's hulking frame is directly in the way.

Jacob's selective hearing doesn't acknowledge Nick's plea. Not until cold water hits the back of his head, at least. "Hey!"

"I told you to move!"

The rest of the argument goes over your head. as amusing as it is to watch Jacob get pelted by cold water, it's hard to focus on. Not when Dylan lingers next to you, fidgeting like he just got caught sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar.

"You okay?" Your own voice feels foreign.

"Yeah," he's not. You're both aware of that, painfully so, but there isn't much you can do when you have an audience. Not when he's kept up this act for the better half of two months.

The keys in your hand feel heavier as the flames under the hood of the van sizzle and begin to die out, no thanks to Jacob. Had Mr. H always carried so many keys? How does he even know which key goes to what when so many of them look identical? Only one of them is labeled.

'Office.' Hm. Maybe you do have an idea.

"Y/N?" Oh God, why is Jacob saying your name?

"Huh?" Blinking, you return to reality, finding that all eyes are now on you. Did you say something?

"Are you in?" Jacob's elaboration isn't helping. "...party? Tonight? Huh?"

Oh.

"Yeah," you breathe, clutching the keys in your hand, "I'm in."

You'll never understand why any of the councilors ask if everyone else is in when they always end up doing it, even if someone is against it. There's a look in Ryan's eye that says he tried and failed; next to you, Abigail fidgets with the same discomfort. Whatever, what's the worst that can happen at a bonfire?

"To charge the phones," you'd said, followed it up with a "so we can have music at the campfire" for extra measure. At the very least, you should be feeling the slightest twinge of remorse for lying straight through your teeth. Your conscience must be on vacation because the little devil on your shoulder tells you that you should have done this much earlier.

The door to Mr. H's office creaks open; such a tiny noise sounds so loud in the unusually quiet building. For the past two months, these walls have not known a moment of silence; the lack of laughter and endless chatter is almost eerie.

"Ooo, spinny chair!" You'd almost forgotten that Dylan was lingering behind you this whole time. Evidently, you're not used to Dylan being so quiet, either.

"I was beginning to think you'd gone mute," you tease, locking the door behind you.

"I did," he all but throws himself into the chair, and for a second, you're concerned that it's going to tip, "the chair cured my ailments."

The way your eyes roll is a pure reflex, a new habit you've developed ever since the day you met him. You don't even realize that you're doing it anymore; it's so commonplace when you're talking to Dylan.

"I still can't believe that Mr. H left like that," you're talking, but only to distract him from the thoughts brewing in the back of your mind. "Could you imagine all the trouble we could get up to without supervision?" Your words are carefully chosen, your tone steady; there's the slightest sway in your hips as you walk over to the desk.

Dylan is more observant than anyone gives him credit for, even if he doesn't catch on right away. You know he's figured out you're up to something by the way he settles his hands along the curves of your waist, by the way he guides you to sit across his lap.

There's that glaze over his eyes again, unsure and stiff, yet he melts like butter when you bring your hand up to his cheek. Like a cat, he nuzzles his cheek into your hand, eager to soak up any and all affection you're willing to give him.

"Just a bunch of unsupervised adults in the middle of nowhere," he says, slowly; he's still working on where he's going with this one, "what crimes could we possibly commit?"

You hum as if you're lost in deep thought, "I've got a few ideas." Now it's your turn to fumble for words. How exactly does one tell their boyfriend, "hey, I know you've been having a day, and I wanna suck your dick under the table to make you feel better," without being too abrupt with it and risking scaring him off?

But then his eyes are widening, there's the slightest twitch from under his slacks, and you're realizing that you just said that whole train of thought out loud.

"I..." he stammers, cheeks the sweetest shade of pink as he leans further into your open palm for comfort, "well, I'm...not...going to stop you." He can't look you in the eye, always so bashful when you initiate things.

"Really?" Adjusting yourself until you're straddling his hips, and it's a miracle that you can fit on this tiny chair with him.

You're almost concerned that he may just faint, but then he's bumping your noses together, and in the softest voice you've ever heard, he says, "I'd like that."

His lips brush against yours, shy like it's the first time he's kissed you. It's such a stark contrast to the persona he's put on, dizzying at times. You let him meet you the whole way, running your fingers through his hair, resting at his nape. He hums when you dip your head down, lips carefully lacing in the most elegant of dances, slow and deliberate. Kissing him feels like floating among the clouds, and when your head begins to spin, you're convinced that you're already on one.

"You don't have to," he murmurs against your lips, in between kisses, "not if you don't want to." He talks too much.

Your tongue delves in to meet his, and the whine that ripples out of him makes your heart skip a beat. He always makes such pretty noises. You don't miss the way he grips your waist a little tighter, nor do you miss the way his hips twitch up into you. Lungs stinging, you retreat for a breath, but he follows you, kisses you with a fervor you rarely get to experience. His breath is hot against your lips, but his tongue is hotter.

Just when the stars are beginning to appear behind your eyelids, he pulls back, panting against your lips. Between heavy breaths, you kiss down his neck, lingering on the sensitive spots that have him squirming below you.

"That's," he gasps, jolting as your teeth sink into his collarbone.

"That's...what?" You tease, sucking lightly at the thin skin stretched over the bone.

You can't see it, but you can feel the eye roll; it's audible in the way he huffs, leans his head back against the chair a little too dramatically. The chair sways alarmingly with the motion and threatens to tip you over at any given moment. As gracefully as your position will allow, you sink from the chair, settling on your knees.

The sight that greets you is far too familiar; you've lost count of how many times you've done this. Just how many times you've kissed his clothed knee as your dominant hand fumbles with his jeans, popping open the button and lowering the zipper.

"This is so much better than hiding behind a tree," Dylan breathes, shaky fingers curling behind your head, "why did I not think of this sooner?"

His attempt at being snarky is poorly timed; the fingertips that previously teased at the edge of his boxers come to a halt. Silent, you sit back on your haunches, blank eyes trained on his.

Dylan squirms, his knee bumping your shoulder, "Okay, okay!" You have to settle a hand on one of his thighs, suddenly afraid he may jump out of the chair like a fish out of water. "I'm sorry, it was a bad joke; this was all your idea."

That's the best apology you suppose you'll get.

Your fingers dip under the elastic waistband; he's always situated off to the left, you've noticed. It proves correct once again when your fingers brush against hot flesh, and Dylan jumps.

He fits in your hand perfectly, cock hard and leaking as you draw him out from his boxers. This should be routine, at this point. Dylan has no reason to gasp that prettily when your tongue glides up, from base to tip, you do this every single time, and yet he still makes the sweetest noises to the same old tricks. It makes your heart flutter, a stark contrast to the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his head, salty precum bold on your tongue.

"Jesus," he whines, eyes squeezed shut.

As much as you'd like to tease him, simply suck on the head until he's begging you to take him deeper, you're starting to hear the councilors mulling around outside. All it takes is one nosey person to peek through the cracks in the blinds and see you here, and you're not sure if either of you can handle the shame of being caught in Mr. H's office.

It's easy, wrapping your lips around him and gently suckling on the tip, tongue rubbing against the underside, back and forth in a practiced motion. Below you, Dylan squirms, bites into the flesh of his palm to stifle his noises. He's not one to buck up into your mouth, but you place your hands on his hips anyway, bracing yourself.

Hollowing your cheeks, you lower your head, taking him in until the head bumps into the back of your throat. Fighting the urge to gag, you hold him there for a second, fingers wrapping around what length you can't take. Your head begins to bob, finding a comfortable rhythm, humming when he mutters your name under labored breath.

"Fuck, Angel," Dylan's eyes are locked on you, barely open, yet too mesmerized by your motions to close them all the way, "just like that."

Gagging slightly, you take him a little deeper, jaw aching with the effort. Dylan whimpers, hips squirming the tiniest bit, like he doesn't know whether to run away from or chase after the feeling.

Knock_ Knock_

"Dylan? You in there, man?" Ryan's muffled voice is barely audible, but it's there. The doorknob tries, and you're forever grateful that you locked that damn thing.

"Y-yeah, why?" Dylan writhes, pushing on your head, urging for you to pull off of him.

You don't.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispers, yet the panic in his voice is lost when you suck a little harder, sink a little further down, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Both hands cling to your head now, holding on for dear life as you pick up your pace, working him over with a fervor that has his thighs trembling.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Y/N went, would you?" Ryan's sweet, he really is, but you really wish he would walk away from the door. You already miss the pretty sounds that fall from Dylan's lips.

"Nope! Haven't, fuck, haven't seen them since they went to find a lighter!" You haven't heard Dylan this pitchy since you first met him; you wonder what else you can do to rile him up like this.

Ryan is quiet for a minute, and for a moment, you're concerned that he may be able to hear the wet, lewd sound of Dylan's dick in your mouth.

"...okay."

Yet, you don't hear him walk away. No thump of boots, no creaking of old wooden floors under heavy footsteps. Your ministrations slow, waiting for the telltale sound of Ryan walking away, all the while, Dylan's face turns redder and redder.

Finally, finally, he walks away, floor squeaking, a door slamming shut.

"Oh, thank fuck," Dylan all but deflates, and you're back to work, eager to ease the ache that's settled in your jaw.

Dylan's grip is growing tighter, keening when you hum around him. His legs are moving, twitching back and forth, needs to move but doesn't want you to pull off. The hand on your head grips tighter.

"I'm..." he starts, in between breaths, "I'm...I'm gonna..."

Swallowing his cum isn't exactly ideal, but now that you think about it, it seems like your only option to avoid a mess. Might as well try this out, then...

"Holy—," Dylan squeaks out, "Angel, please, I—fuck!"

You've taken him impossibly deeper, nose mere centimeters from his navel, cock even further down your throat. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as you work up and down, fighting your gag reflex with everything you've got, and Dylan is gone.

His back arches off the chair as he cums, hot sticky liquid biting the back of your throat as you try your best to take it all. Head spinning, panting through your nose as you listen to the whimpered mantra of your name.

After a moment, you pull away, throat sore from the abuse it's undergone, and your jaw feels like it's made of jelly. "How was that for making you feel better?" Your voice is shot, rougher than normal, and breaking as you speak.

"Perfect, amazing, wonderful, five out of five stars on Yelp," he's leaning down, pressing a messy kiss to your spit-slicked lips. It's hard to kiss him for very long, not when neither of you can catch your breath, and the stiffness in your knees is screaming at you to get up.

"Now, how do we explain where I've supposedly been," you croak, using the desk for leverage as you climb to your feet. Your body sways, yet strong hands find your waist, supporting you before you can even develop the concern of falling.

"Well," he begins, chocolate brown eyes darting to the door behind you. "We can snoop around? Explore, maybe find Mr. H's secret sex dungeon."

For the umpteenth time today, you roll your eyes. "Of course, what can go wrong?"

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devine-star · 2 years

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The Summer That Lead to More 18+

Dylan x Male!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! dirty talks, fingers, oral,

Note: Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

BY READING THIS YOU ARE CONSENTING THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER!

When Y/n first met Dylan, it was during a summer festival in his town. He was with a group of friends and was EASILY the tallest one there minus an Aussie. The two would see each other through the crowd and send small flirty smiles and wave.

Dylan didn't have the guts to go up to Y/n, he was very insecure about himself. So when Katilyn jokingly threatened to go ask for the other man's number, he panicked and rushed off towards where Y/n was standing in line for some food.

"Hey," he started, cursing to himself as his voice cracks with nervousness.

"Hm? Oh! Hi!" Y/n chuckled.

The conversation flowed easily as the two waited to order food. Once their time came the two pinning men ordered, Dylan pulled out his wallet saying he'd pay for both of their meals.

"What? Dylan you don't have to!" Y/n argued pulling out his own wallet but was too slow seeing the cashier handing Dylan back his card.

Dylan placed his good hand on Y/n's back to guide him to the other side of the food truck where they would pick up their food. "I know I didn't HAVE to, but I wanted to treat the most handsome man in this festival."

Y/n blushed looking away before mumbling "You should be treating yourself then," Dylan nearly choked on the drink he got, coughing as Y/n laughed.

In that moment, Dylan decided that Y/n's laugh was the best thing ever, and he would do ANYTHING to hear it again.

And that is exactly what Dylan did! The two swapped numbers that night and would go on several hang outs that neither knew if they were dates or not.

Dylan learned a lot about Y/n and likewise.

Dylan was secretly a little science nerd and was in college for Quatum theory.

Y/n was an electronics nerd. Building little robots and he could take any electronic apart then put it together again without even breaking a sweat!

And if Dylan was honest, he liked watching Y/n's fingers move about the electronics; letting the shamless dirty thoughts flood through his flustered mind.

"-And then you just press this and....Dylan are you even listening?" Dylan snaps from his thoughts as his face turns beat red at being caught up in his sexual daydreams.

"Huh?" Y/n rolls his eyes playfully reaching over to grab Dylan's arm and attaching the robotic prostetic to it.

"If you want to be able to use this Dyl, you gotta pay attention." Y/n chuckled while playfully scolding Dylan as he did the last few adjustments before looking up at him with a smile.

"I worked hard on this thing and you better take care of it," Narrowing his eyes playfully.

Dylan was just staring at Y/n with some look in his eye. "Dylan-" "Can I kiss you?"

Y/n face flushed as he heard this, looking back down at the prostetic before nodding slowly "Yeah," Using his good hand Dylan tilted Y/n's head up and smashed his lips against Y/n's.

The world seemed to stop for a moment, Y/n reacted after a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around Dylan's neck as the kiss got more heated.

Dylan wrapped both arms around Y/n, pulling him from his chair into his own lap.

Y/n's hands were in Dylan's hair as Dylan's were tightly on his waist almost as if Y/n would slip away if he didn't hold him close enough.

A groan came from Dylan's throat at the feeling of Y/n's tongue slipping into his mouth. Dylan could taste the coffee he had bought Y/n on his tongue, his grip tighening along with his pants as he grew more turned on.

Y/n's hands gripped Dylan's hair as he pulled Dylan's head back pulling a moan from Dylan. Y/n lips left Dylan's and attached themselves to his throat; sucking and biting to find the one spot that made Dylan's back arch slightly.

"Y/n..." Dylan gasped eyes wide. Kissing his way up to Dylan's ear Y/n whispered "If you keep making those sounds, I don't know if I can control myself anymore," Dylan whines.

"Is that what you want baby boy?" Dylan nods unable to vocalize what he's been dreaming of since the two met.

Smirking, Y/n slid his hands under Dylan's shirt as he went back to kissing and marking Dylan's throat "Is that what you've been spacing about? hm? All the dirty thoughts you want me to do to you?"

Nodding again but stopping as Y/n pinched his nipple Dylan gasped, his hips bucking unintentionally. Y/n groaned at the feeling as well as the pleasure that scrawled itself across Dylan's face.

Pulling away from Dylan's neck to tug the man's shirt over his head, Y/n's eyes caught site of the small scars riddled across his lover's chest. Deciding against bringing it up, Y/n brought his mouth down to Dylan's chest.

Taking one of Dylan's nippled into his mouth Y/n spun the nub in his mouth. "Oh shit!" Dylan panted gripping Y/n's hair for dear life.

The postion the two were in wasn't making any of this easy, so Y/n pulled away before crawling off of Dylan's lap. Dylan looked up at him with a concerned look as he panted "Upstairs," was all Y/n said.

Dylan stood quickly climbing up the basement steps and to the bedroom he's been in a million times with Y/n hot on his tail.

Y/n closed the bedroom door before turning and pushing the taller man onto the bed with himself on top. Knees on either side of Dylan's hip; Y/n chuckled to himself feeling how turned on Dylan had gotten from a simple make out session.

Pressing kisses along Dylan's stomach and chest Y/n whispered "So Dyl, tell me. What has you so excited? Or are you just so whipped that a simple make out session has you hard as a rock?" Looking up at him through eyelashes Y/n could see Dylan cover his face with the crook of his arm.

"I-....uh" Dylan stuttered over his words as he tried to get a cohearent thought through his lustfilled mind. Y/n waited paitently as he kissed and sucked marks all over Dylan's chest and stomach while whispering praise of how handsome Dylan is; that further fucked his mind.

"If you don't say what you want then how am I supposed to please you baby boy?" Dylan whined before finally saying what had been clogging his mind for the past month.

"Want you to...fuck me," he panted.

Y/n hummed as he playfully tugged at the waistband of Dylan's sweatpants, enjoying the view of his hard on through the grey fabric "What else?"

"Want you to...Fuck!" Dylan cried out as Y/n gently started kissing his cock through his sweats "That! Please!" The desperation in his voice caused Y/n's cock to twitch in his pants as he groaned.

"Want me to suck you off?" The cockiness in Y/n's voice made Dylan moan and push his hips towards the other's face "Yes! Please!" Looking up at Dylan, Y/n could see the tears of sexual frustraion beading in Dylan's eyes.

'Too much Y/n, take it down a notch' he told himself as he began pulling Dylan's sweat pants and boxers down at the same time.

Gently stroking Dylan listening to him moan and whine as his hips moved from the pleasure, Y/n enjoyed the view.

The room was dimly lit by the bedside table, light from the moon coming through the window above the bed. It covered Dylan and made his face glow; it was probably the sweat that made him glow but Y/n didn't care.

"Please..."

Placing a few kisses on Dylan's exposed thighs, Y/n got to work. First taking the tip into his mouth giving a few gentle sucks listening to Dylan curse. Bobbing his head lower Y/n set an even pace, one that wasn't too slow or too fast; just enough for Dylan to enjoy it but also want more.

A groan slipped through Y/n lips as Dylan gripped his hair roughly before thrusting a few times harshly causing Y/n to gag. "Shit! S-Sorry!" Dylan looked down at Y/n with a look of concern "Don''t worry handsome, that was hot," Y/n said after pulling off with a small cough.

Once again, Y/n kissed his way up to Dylan's ear whispering "Need some prep baby?" Dylan nodded slowly "Y-Yes, PLEASE use your fingers on me," Y/n sensed there was more to that sentence so as Dylan rolled over, Y/n grabbed the bottle of lube from his nightstand but not before shedding his own shirt and sweatpants.

Dylan was on all fours, head leaning against the pillow as he took slow steady breaths. His body tensed when Y/n placed a hand on his ass "Relax baby, it'll hurt more if you're so tense," Y/n whispered kissing his hips before opening the bottle.

The sound of the bottle opening and clicking closed made Dylan shiver, he was nervous but so excited. It had been a few years since he's had sex, so he doesn't know if he would be so relaxed.

"Why don't you tell me why you're so excited over my fingers hm?" Dylan groaned, embarrsed that Y/n had caught on. "I never missed the stares you would give as I take things apart." Y/n spread the lube across his fingers before slowly inserting one into Dylan.

"I-Aah~" Dylan moaned pushing back onto the finger "Watching you lick your lips while staring at my hands drove me INSANE," Y/n growled the last word, nipping Dylan on the ass after.

Whining Dylan finally spoke in fast breaths "Just....seeing you skillfully take things apart and put them back together...seeing them work perfectly fine is...hot" Y/n chuckled as he inserted another finger picking up speed.

"Shit!" Dylan cursed as he matched the speed of Y/n's fingers, fucking himself once Y/n stopped his movements. Desperation was growing inside of Dylan as tears of frustraion slid down his face "Please! I-I'm prepped just fuck me!"

Y/n's eyes went wide as he laughed a bit, pulling his fingers out. He stood to grab a condom from the same drawer the lube was in but not before cleaning his hand of the sticky liquid; no need to get that on the sheets.

Kneeling behind Dylan he slid the condom on lining himself up. "If you need me to stop let me know, okay? We'll use the color light system," Dylan looked over his shoulder, his cock twitching at the sight of Y/n gently stroking himself while looking at him.

"Do you know that one? Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Okay?" The concern in Y/n's eyes made Dylan fall for him even more "Okay,"

Y/n nodded before slowly pushing inside Dylan, the two moaning in unison once Y/n bottomed out. Giving Dylan time to adjust Y/n kissed along his shoulders waiting for Dylan to whisper that he was ready.

Starting slow, Y/n dragged his hips down until only his tip was left inside before pushing back in moaning loudly "Fuck Dyl, you're tight." Dylan just moaned in reply nodding his head lazily. This pace continued for a good 5 minutes before Dylan was crying out for Y/n to go faster.

Speeding up, Y/n gripped Dylan's hips in a bruising hold as his hips snapped against Dylan's ass groaning loudly. Dylan gripped the pillow as he looked over his shoulder to see Y/n's face contorted in pleasure "Y-Y/n,"

Y/n looked down at the call of his name concerned that he was going too fast "Yeah?" Dylan stayed silent for a moment before leaning his head against the pillow "D-...dirty talk me," Y/n groaned loudly as he sped up slightly at the thought.

"You've been thinking about this having you? Daily daydreams of me bending you over my workbench huh?" Dylan whined nodding his head as he got off to what Y/n was saying.

"Or maybe even me fucking you with my skillful fingers? Hm? Using my fingers to bring you over the edge as you babble about how good you feel?" Y/n was also getting off to the thoughts of Dylan daydreaming about this.

"Admit to me what you've been cooking up in that dirty little brain of yours," Dylan mumbled incohearent sentences before his mind caught up to himself.

"I've...UGH! Jerked off to the thought of you using the wires to....tie me up and use me," Dylan panted no longer feeling the shame of his thoughts; silently praying that what he admitted would lead to them ACTUALLY doing his dirty thoughts.

Y/n moaned at the possiblity "You want me to use you? Yeah? Turn you into my little cumdump?" Y/n could feel his high approaching, far quicker than he would like it too.

The moans Dylan was letting out were getting more and more desperate, Y/n knew he was close as well. Reaching over Dylan's hips to grip his swollen cock in his hands Y/n started jerking him at a fast pace.

"Oh shit! Baby!" Dylan's back arched "Right there!" Y/n had unintentionally found Dylan's prostate at this angle. Bringing Dylan's back to his chest Y/n continued jerking him off as Dylan bounced himself on Y/n's dick.

"Kiss me," Y/n damanded watching as Dylan turned his head smashing their lips together. They stayed in this postion for a good 5 minutes before Dylan pulled away from the kiss yelling "Fuck! Cumming..."

Y/n felt as Dylan's cock twitched in his hands before spurting his cum over his fist, continuing to stroke him through his orgasm.

Y/n came not long after as Dylan clenched around him with one final thrust Y/n groaned while repeating Dylan's name like a prayer.

Dylan leaned his head back against Y/n's shoulder as they both panted, slowly coming down from his high. Y/n pulled out slowly as he laid Dylan on his back leaving to grab some water and a snack along with a warm wet cloth to clean his hand and Dylan's stomach.

Gently wiping away the cum watching as Dylan stared at him lovingly, Y/n smiled placing a kiss on his lips softly before depositing the soiled towel into the laundry hamper.

Grabbing the water bottle, Y/n brought it to Dylan's lips telling him to drink before laying down next to him.

Dylan moved closer snuggling up to Y/n's side as the other man reached over grabbing the small bag of chips popping them open "Open," Dylan listened letting Y/n place a few chips into his mouth.

"Ya know," Y/n started after the silence of them eating "You could've told me all those thoughts sooner, cause I've had just as many dirty thoughts about you." Dylan blushed hiding his face in Y/n's bare chest whining softly.

"I didn't want to ruin anything!"

"Dylan we've been going on dates for MONTHS!" Y/n laughed along with Dylan.

"THOSE WERE DATES?!" Y/n laughed harder "YES YOU LOVEABLE IDIOT!"

#Dylan Lenivy x reader #Dylan Lenivy x male reader #Dylan x reader #Dylan x male reader #Dylan Lenivy x reader smut #Dylan Lenivy x male reader smut #Dylan LEnivy smut #Spicytalks #Spicy talk

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ghostradiodylan · 17 days

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Summary:

"I have… shit to deal with! I told him I needed some time, just like I told you.”

“Holy fuck, I didn’t think you were serious about that.” Kaitlyn looked shocked and a little impressed. "Kinda figured Ryan would be carrying you out of here bridal style.”

“Kaitlyn,” he’d laughed, “I’ve got, like, 40 lbs on the guy.”

"You didn’t see what he was like while you were out, Dylan. Dude was beside himself. He would have found a way!"

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After surviving a night of werewolf attacks and a traumatic field amputation, Dylan takes some time to adjust to his new normal. He wants to know that he can take care of himself before he's willing to act on his enduring feelings for Ryan. It seems like Ryan is willing to wait, but he'd be more than happy to... lend Dylan a hand.

I, uh, did a thing. 👀

#the quarry #the quarry fanfic #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #radioheads #rylan #✨them✨#i love them i love them i love them #baby’s first smut #pwp #rated e #the most wholesome and heartfelt smut I could write #kaitlyn ka #is also there but just for the sfw part #ao3

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dreamqueenkala · 2 years

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Hii! Do you think you mind to do the quarry boys' kinks headcanons? You can do it as gn if you'd like to. Thanks (really enjoy your works btw hehe x)

Headcanon Series #2

The Male Counselors and their Kinks

{MINORS DNI 18+ ADULT CONTENT BELOW READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION}

MAX BRINLY

Collaring/Manhandling—As much as the guy loves to appear like the protective, strong, dominant male in public, in bed he’s a total sub. He loves to feel your hands on the back of his neck forcing him to move a certain direction or keeping his head in place between your thighs. Despite the originally harsh memories it brought up the first time you suggested it(having been a werewolf and all), Max actually adores wearing a collar. Not in public, of course, but at home he’ll gladly kneel or let you drag him around the house by the thick black leather clasped around his throat.

Thigh Riding/Thigh Fucking—Max is a very horny man. If he can’t fuck you right then and there when he’s in the mood, whether it’s due to the location or fatigue or you’re just not up for it at the time, he’ll gladly settle for fucking your thighs in a bathroom stall or over the bed. When you’re the one that’s needy, Max will gladly lay himself out over the couch or the backseat of the pickup you both own and allow you to ride his thigh til you reach your high. It’s not much of a secret that he can get off to the praise you give him for helping you through your release.

JACOB CUSTOS

Body Worship—It may sound like a strange kink, but honestly it depends how far it goes. For Jacob, he simply wants to shower every inch of you in love. As a man with severe insecurity and a strong desire to satisfy and please those he cares for, he wants nothing more than to make you feel loved and feel comfortable in your own skin at all times. Hence, he’ll shower your thighs, chest, belly, ass, neck—every inch of your body in kisses, bites and murmured praises. When you return the favor by kissing his biceps or his hips or his thighs, the male is left a stuttering, submissive, pink-cheeked mess, his heart swelling with adoration and eyes swimming with awe.

Little Spooning—He may not seem like the kind of guy to enjoy this at first glance, but Jacob adores cuddling. Especially when he gets to be the little spoon. He loves falling asleep with your arms and legs curled around his back like a koala, and he adores resting his head over your chest, hips placed between your thighs as he drifts off listening to your heart thrum and the feeling of your fingers in his hair. It may not necessarily qualify as a kink, but let’s be real, unless you ask him to Jacob is more than likely gonna be the biggest golden-hearted teddy bear ever—even during sex.

RYAN ERZAHLER

Hair Pulling—As soft spoken and mysterious as he may seem, Ryan has a bit of a dark side in the bedroom. Sure, he’s touch starved and awkward most of the time, but once he’s grown comfortable enough with you he’s bound to tell you all his dirty fantasies in extreme detail. His favorite, of course, is grasping a fistful of your hair, a familiar lust-ridden smirk settling on his face everytime you moan or whimper with a tug here and there. He’s a softie, though, so he’s bound to cuddle and soothe you after a deep session. He may even run his fingers through your soft tresses to soothe your scalp.

Bondage—Ryan LOVES bondage, more specifically, you tying him up. Despite how rough he can be in bed and on the occasion that he lets you lead, his only request is that you bind him. Granted, he finds being unable to touch you while you ride him or he’s forced the devour you incredibly arousing, but he mainly asks because he knows watching you bounce in his lap and hearing the sweet whimpers leaving your perfect pink lips may be too much for him to resist. When it comes to you, he has no control. For your sake, I suggest you learn how to tie a good knot.

NICK FURCILLO

Degradation—He is deeply in love with being talked down to. That’s right, he wants to be degraded. He’s a bit of a soft Dom, fucking you slow and gentle with powerful thrusts, but when he’s edged you far too long, it’s perfectly normal for you to lose your cool. “Pathetic, you can’t even fuck me like you mean it. Needy bitch.” That strikes a chord in him that has his hips hammering into your own and his teeth digging into your shoulder, whimpers muffled against your skin. You talk your shit and he’ll have your hips bruised from the sheer force of his thrusts jackhammering against you. You won’t be able to move for at least three days.

Cockwarming—Nick is shy, that much is certain, and that also means that he’s not likely to voice his desires often, especially in public. Once you’ve been together long enough, you start to pick up on his tells, and eventually work your way into convincing him to speak up. He’ll tell you after one sweet intimate night that he’s been dying to stay buried inside you—the next night you let him. He’ll be wrapped around you, cock buried between your thighs and still pulsing inside you slightly as you both drift off. When he wakes, often after you’ve already woken, he’s likely to find you enjoying your own morning, your hips rolling against his own. He doesn’t last long then.

DYLAN LENIVY

Edging—Dylan is a HUGE tease. Absolutely 100% the biggest tease you’ll ever meet. He’ll toy with you in public once you’re together, working you up and then leaving you dry. It’s his favorite thing to watch your cheeks warm with both embarrassment and arousal, your thighs clenched and your hands tugging your shirt down over your hips. When he’s got you in bed, the man will push you to your limits. He loves the feel of you clenching around his fingers or tongue, watching your cheeks flush and hearing you whimper. It’s got him throbbing in his own jeans painfully, edging you with his mouth over and over and over again til he’s got you begging him to fuck you, tears of overstimulation and desperation in your eyes. At that point, Dylan will kiss them away and pepper you with the most affectionate praise, finally fulfilling your wish.

Sensory Deprivation—Dylan isn’t really a very “kinky” person, per se, however, he does have good taste. As a man of science(even though most of it revolves around physics), he’s got quite a bit of knowledge in anatomy. He’s well aware what the limits to one’s senses are and fully intends to test them in bed. Not on you, but rather on himself. He’ll have you tie a blindfold around his eyes, and occasionally he’ll have you cover his ears with noise canceling ear muffs. You’ll have to guide him, then, because he can’t see or hear, but whether you’re riding him or he’s fucking you into the mattress, the sensation is a thousand times more pleasurable than normal. He typically doesn’t cum first, but in that situation, he’ll cum twice before you have the opportunity to cum at all.

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Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Synopsis: After Dylan almost killed you in his werewolf form, you both return to the lodge but Dylan had other plans after cleaning wounds and blood, quite the abnormal and animalistic one.

TW // Explicit Sexual Content —READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, Teensy Guilt Angst, Violence at the start, First Aid Corny Jokes, Author does not know if potrayed Dylan correctly, Kaitlyn gets to see somethings she does not want to see, Reader has an attitude, Established Relationship with Dylan Lenivy.

Sexual Warnings // Rough!Dominant Top Dylan, Anal Sex, Eating Out, Unprotected Sex, Lubeless Sex/Saliva as Lube, Bareback, Cum Filling/Breeding, Marking, Biting, Overstimulation, Dylan goes overboard, Butt Squeezing, Sex with Werewolf Instincts (Hinted), Sleepy Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Prostate Stimulation. (Tell if I forgot to tag anything.)

A/N: This is the first I've written smut other than the people I'm used to write for so please give feedbacks and improvements tips about like Dylan's Personality cuz this is beyond my comfort writing zone (which I'm trying to widen.) This idea came to me when I saw Dylan still having his humanity before turning rather than Nick/Emma who were aggressive as fuck. So in turn Dylan had a drawback moment and needed to release frustrations and anger or stuff through intercourse (IK KINDA WEIRD IDEA).

You let out ragged breaths as Were-Dylan was on top of you, a painful whimper slipped out of your tongue as his teeth sank into your shoulders — struggling immensely as you reached for the shotgun loaded with silver bullets that Kaitlyn left you with. A scream was trying to get out of your throat as you felt blood spill from where the werewolf broke skin. The tip of your fingers was touching the shotgun as you tried to grab the silver-loaded firearm — turning it against Were-Dylan’s head, your finger prepared to pull the trigger....

“I—AH! Fuck, Dyl.. Dyl! Please, I'm sorry..!” you cried out, closing your eyes with a deep intake of air.

A sob slipped from your lips, fingers tight around the trigger — till the sound of blood splash made you suddenly shoot your eyes wide open, you were now face-to-face with a human Dylan biting into your bloody, messed up arm — His mouth slowly pulling away from your skin, awkwardly as his eyes confused staring into your irises. “Uh...?”

Dylan looked slightly over to the left as he was met with a shotgun pointed into his face, “AHHH!!!” he screamed bloody murder, getting away from you as soon as possible, — Your eyes wandering up to his clothes tattered up with red surrounding his skin to his terrified expression and his teeth dripping blood.

“Wha— W-What are you doing?! WHAT WAS I DOING?!” He panics, breathing uncontrollably and looking distressed as he tries to remember what actually happened. Water welled up in your eyes as you sucked in large breath

“Dyl...”

You clutched your bleeding arm, “W-Well, you were about to turn me into your 5-star gourmet, that's for sure. Hah..” you joked, a warm expression on your face before wincing from the bleeding pain as tears fell from your eyes, not totally from the pain but from the relief you felt when he turned back.

Your hands flew up to your bleeding shoulder, as you hiked yourself up with your healthy arm and threw the shotgun further. “Y/N...”

“Y/N — b-babe, I didn't mean to, I was just—” Dylan started, hyperventilating as he repulsed at the taste of iron embedded on his tongue.

“That wasn't you, Dyl, don't mention it.” You solace, cutting the man of his upcoming pity speech which you didn't really need right now.

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

“Hey, it's fine but can you please help me before we go over what happened. Cuz.... I really need a hand, or a non-bleeding arm.” You jest, to which made Dylan stand up eventually and finally brought a smile back to his face.

“Oh my god, I'm hurt — I need a tall, wise-cracking man to come save a gallant in distress” You acted, wailing falsely as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head and leaning your head back as an addition to your IRL stage play to which Dylan responded with a humorous laugh and walked over.

“I didn't expect you to be into that.” Dylan said mischievously, guilt is still written over his face but he's still the Dylan Dylan you know of.

“Into what?” You asked, eyes wandering into his as he leaned down, sliding his arm below your injured body before he lifted you up bridal style with ease, shocking you — “Woah, there — Easy....” you gasped out, hand still in your shoulder and a surprised expression at his strength.

“—Into kinky werewolf biting.” he mumbled near your face, snickering under his breath making you look up at his face and hitting him on his mostly-revealed chest; staining his revealed skin with even more blood in the process — and somehow he still managed to keep you balanced in his arms.

“Shut up.” you huffed at his unnecessary joke, earning you a laugh. “Also, how are you like lifting me so easily like this?” you asked, confused at his immense strength and stability.

“Remaining werewolf power!” He said, voice full of energy and looked at you as he curved his eyebrow sexily at you — you look at him strikingly and fake disgusted expression at that. “We can now definitely have powerful werewolf se—”

“Oh my god, do not finish that sentence. I'm starting to wonder if a frown on your face is better now.” You gave him the keening look at his inappropriate jokes while blood is leaking from the injury his were-teeth gave, leaving a trail of blood as he walks you back on his arms into the direction of the lodge.

Dylan joked around while walking towards the large house, some inappropriate, some actually funny and some out of pocket. You just rolled your eyes at him and told him that he's unbelievable. Cuz yeah, imagine forgetting that you were inches close to putting silver into his brain or the fact that you almost became wolf chow. I mean, as much as you'd like to remind him — his guilty face also made you feel guilty in a way that what if almost putting a bullet through his head was selfish of you... It was survival though, right?

After putting up with Dylan’s snarky remarks and clownery, a relieved sigh came out of your throat when you were met with the sight of the lodge. “Okay, big boy, you can put me down now — I still have legs, but thank you..., though.”

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

But the unexpected happened and Dylan pulled you closer, his grip tightening against you — your eyes widened and laughed it off awkwardly as one of Dylan’s jokes. “Okay, Dyl- Ha ha, very funny and werewolf-y.” you respond with a short-lived chuckle.

“You smell so...”

Dylan’s voice got cut off by a certain girl though, “Hey you guys! Are you both okay?” Kaitlyn called out, waving as she managed to spot both of you in one of the windows earlier.

“Oh my god, Y/N— What happened?!” Kaitlyn freaked, looking at your wound with a worried expression. She walked over to you, reaching out with her hand and Dylan flinched immediately and protectively caged you away from the approaching and getting-a-bit-to-handsy friend.

“Almost got killed by werewolf boy here.” You said, eyes going dumbfounded at the prank Dylan was playing right now, you already told him to let you go once but it seemed like his brain is still undergoing rewiring still.

“Woah, woah, buddy — You good?” Kaitlyn said with widened eyes as she backed away slowly with her hands up like a waving white flag when he started growling under his breath.

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

That shout managed to somehow wake up Dylan from his weird trance and got his brain juice up and running. “Okay, okay. Sorry, um— What was happening? Oh, Kaitlyn!” he calls her as if nothing just happened, a genuine smile on his face as he finally loosened his grip on you before putting you down after you told him a second time.

Kaitlyn uncomfortably smiled as she went on to lead you back to the lodge with Dylan just trailing right after like a puppy fetching his stick. Kaitlyn couldn't help but look back at Dylan from time to time as her guard was fully up from the earlier scenario. Honestly, you weren't as bothered as much because it seems like the lack of sleep and exhaustion had taken a toll on you.

“Kait, you can help find the others— I can rest at the nursery, I'm assuming that every one of those werewolves turned back already.” You instructed as Kaitlyn helped you up the stairs, she took a peek back at Dylan before looking at you seriously.

“Are you sure that I should leave you with him? Why are you not freaking out about earlier when Dylan looked like he was about to take you back to the forest where he can feast on your organs!” Kaitlyn whispered to you, the last part of the sentence getting a bit too loud which Dylan could catch, she turned back momentarily to Dylan again to find out he was now glaring at her.

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

“It'll be fine, probably still got the instincts, something like that.” you whisper back as she help you through the hallway as Dylan still follows. “Take care of him, alright?” She said earnestly, nudging your scary boyfriend hesitantly. She let you go as you trudged the rest of the way to the nursery room, grunting at the burning pain of the wound. Dylan insisted he could carry you again but you dismissed the idea and said that it was just a few meters left and just like that Kaitlyn vanished to look for the others.

Arriving at the nursery room, you sat down on one of the beds and asked Dylan: “Hey Dyl, can you um grab the first aid? If it isn't used up then there should still be some betadine or some hydrogen peroxide. If not, then um..... towel and warm water would do.” You employed a warm smile on your face. You couldn't help but keep your eyes away from Dylan's still half-naked bloody body and then you remembered something after Dylan's agreement: “Okay.”

“Actually, get some bandages or gauzes as well and just bring a towel so we can wipe the blood off of you.” You added, leaning back against the headboard; trying to get comfortable

“Why? So you can see my body more clearly, hmm?” he teasingly articulated — swaying his hips left to right and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to which you respond with a roll of the eyes. “Sure.”

“C'mon, babe — why the long and cold face.” Dylan huffed annoyed, tapping his foot irritably at where your sense of humor went. He sat down next to your bed, and held your hand — placing his hand over on your moderately bleeding arm. “Lost of blood.” You answered honestly, as you did not really know how to answer his rhetorical question.

“Just go get it. Promise that we'll bond over later how you almost ate me after we get properly fixed and dressed.” you sighed tiredly, eyes wandering to your held hands, squeezing slightly and sniggering a bit.

“Hey, I can still eat you later — If you know what I mean~” He goads, winking twice at you and rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb to which you just slumped and gave up trying to be serious with him for once. You love his funny personality, but he should really keep it when you're not about to bleed to death in this small bed.

“Dylan. Just get it, I'll be happy to hear your flirty remarks and jokes after I don't look like a bleeding animal.” You stated, a long exhale coming out of your lips to which Dylan just chortled at before he finally stood and went to be a lamb — finally going out of the nursery to get the much needed supplies.

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

“Finally! Took you long enough...” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. Dylan groans at your attitude, putting the medical supplies bag down on the floor carefully as well as the towel and bowl of warm water on the bed, being extremely delicate with the water specifically — a wet bed is not easy to clean at all but that's the least of his worries.

“Welp, that's all the remaining med supplies.” he mumbled, looking at you before reaching out and caressing your face softly which you couldn't help but smother your face against his hand even though dried blood is still on it.

“This night’s over finally...” you trailed off, the effects of the recent events putting a heavy weight on your shoulder, you look back at Dylan with a thankful smile before getting up a bit to scan the medical supplies.

“Mmkay.. Let's see here........ Stitches! I forgot to remind you about these earlier as well, hmmm, also cotton and other stuff. Okay, this should be enough. You should go, you know..” Gesturing with your hand in a wiping motion on your face and chest as Dylan got the idea fairly.

“Are you sure you don't need help?” Dylan asks.

“The last time you stitched someone was that one kid who kept crying that you were hurting him and I had to take him off your hands, remember?” you quip with a small smirk, remembering a certain patient from the 2 months you were working in the nurses' office.

Dylan sighed displeased, “He was really annoying alright? Like, he kept saying that this and that was painful, and do I look like a doctor to you?” Dylan coughed out, remembering that specific kid you were talking about with a deep grunt of resentment.

You laughed slightly at his reaction, “Was it that bad really or were you just salty that he had the balls to tell me that he liked me right then and there.” you continued to tease the man, raising a single eyebrow at him — knowing that he was in fact jealous of a kid.

“They were kids dude, calm down.” you snickered loudly.

“Whatever." he dismissed, grabbing the towel and dipping it in the warm water before squeezing it to pump out the excess before slowly starting to clean his bloody body with it — starting with his face of course.

A short laugh slipped out of your mouth as you looked at his pretty face with a shine on your eyes, “Looks like your best asset is finally clean.” you hummed, taking a long-drawn deep breath before grabbing the diluted hydrogen peroxide and applying it on the bite wound. “Fuuuckkk...” you grunted. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Dylan looked at you, who was in pain before picking the wrong time to respond to your comment earlier. “You know that's not my best asset right?” he remarks, raising his eyebrows at you seductively.

You choke on your spit accidentally causing a hysterical laugh to emerge from the tall man, “Dylan, you are not helping my situation, not even a little bit!” you chastised , a stern glare directed at the laughing Dylan.

Dylan’s laughs were slowly coming into a silence, while you were busy hissing and tearing up from the pain while trying to clean the wounded area.

“Okay fuck, let's do this.” you proclaimed with gritted teeth as you picked up the surgical sutures after sterilizing the area with cotton rubbed with betadine solution

Oh god, this would not be fun or pretty at all.

After minutes of pained whines, muffled hisses and grunts, the perpetual agony finally came to a halt. Dylan couldn't even bear to look at the wound he caused without a surge of guilt running through his pain so he opted to hold your hand as you work the needle through the skin. Dylan had his eyes away the entire time, one hand cleaning his bloody chest, back and leg and his other hand never leaving your own throughout the miniscule operation.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, exhaling a long breath of relief as the sutures stayed — immediately grabbing the bandages and placing it over the sutured bite.

“You good, babe?” Dylan asks, eyes still wandering in the room in anywhere BUT the injury.

“Yeah, yeah — Just gonna need actual medical assistance later but it should hold.”

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” You assisted as soon as Dylan gave the nod of confirmation, he handed over the towel as he turned his back on you, humming tunes as you wiped the blood off his skin, dipping the towel on the water occasionally until the liquid slowly turned into a crimson hue.

“Hey, babe?”

A questioning hum left your lips at the call out, “Hm?”

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

“Dylan, no.” Giving him a glare pointed at the back of his head.

“Because...” Dylan started, his dimple popping out due to his grin which you could spot.

“It's not mating season!”

He delivered the punchline along with a series of snickers and chortling laughter.

After a while Dylan's laughter died down, to which he noticed you were not saying anything and looked over his shoulder — only to be met with your blank face. “You know, cuz mates.. Uh, equals friends— equals mating therefore mating therefore— dude, you get it...” He spluttered.

“Really?”

“Okay, sorry.” He awkwardly voiced, scratching his head and his face started blushing with embarrassment.

You chuckled at the redness of his ears as he looked down at his hands, to which Dylan heard and wore his shit-eating grin once again.

“And that should be it!” You informed with a smile as Dylan finally turned to you, his chest still on full reveal and everything — You let out a small cheer of celebration as you cleaned yourselves up and got the wound secured with a bandage. Dylan lets out a small laugh at your antics and rubs your shoulder in a loving gesture.

“Okay, DJ Dyl. Now we just have to wait for Kaitlyn to return.” You said with a hefty voice, stretching your healthy arm and cracking your stiff neck from all the still-suturing.

“We could do that... Or? Or... We could do something else? I mean, Kaitlyn is probably gonna be searching for a while.” He hinted, eyes glinting with enticement as he now rubbed your thigh seductively causing you to look at him strangely.

“Really? Really, Dyl? We both were on the brink of death and now you're thinking about having sex? Unbelievable.” You criticized, giving him the judgmental look as he pouted at your harsh tone.

“Come on! What doesn't kill make you stronger, you know?” He rebuked with a grin, as if you hadn't heard that line for the millionth time already — his hand getting well— a bit too handy.

You still looked at him with the 'are you serious?' look but in the end, you gave into him as he somehow always makes you; truth be told, trying to resist Dylan's charms is like trying to resist a bear from killing you which of course is a near-impossible thing.

“We don't have protection and lube — And the bed is too small, I'm on the verge of falling asleep too.” You pointed out the obvious, too which Dylan was still grinning about as if a lightbulb popped out of that brain of his.

“Lube problem could be easily solved, you know.” He said, licking his lips seductively to which you responded with a roll of the eyes but least to say, you do need some relief from all of this; from the horror of this night.

“I'm clean, you're clean and there's a bedroom down the hallway!” He added, an overjoyed cheer coming out of his lips.

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

Dylan taking that as your consent as go, he got up from the bed — leaving the bloody bucket of water and immediately got to lifting you up from the bed with no problems

“Woah, what the f—” You got cut off by the sudden bold move that Dylan just did, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you as if you weighed like air. Again.

“Did getting infected make you this strong or what?” You shot the man a question as he kept a tight grip on your waist with his arms, his hand wandering down to your buttocks.

“I was always this strong, babe~” he boasts with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Ugh.” Another roll of the eyes was directed at the man.

Dylan carried you over the bed before kicking the door behind him closed, locking it — just to be safe and careful.

You felt your back hit the soft mattress as you gasped at the feeling of the sheets. You could just close your eyes at any moment and you would drift off to the sea of dreams. However, Dylan had other plans and those did not include you sleeping.

“Now now, don't fall asleep on me~” He pouts, undressing you slowly as you groan at him. He was careful with your wound and all and managed to get your shirt off of you, he moved on to the pants , as he was lifting your pants — your knees managed to hit his clothed bulge; causing an erotic moan to shoot out of Dylan.

You looked up at Dylan with foggy eyes and allowed him to do the work, you were too tired to reach or wrap your hands around his back. “I wanna fuck you doggy style, babe!” He whined, as he managed to get you down to your boxers to which he reciprocated by also removing his somehow intact boxers, kicking it off the bed. You looked at his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, his length barely touching your own underwear.

“Well, too bad then~” You groggily murmur, Dylan went in for a kiss before flipping you over to your stomach, “Hey!—” he laughed as his eyes slowly darkened when your ass was now on perfect display for him.

“You can just take it while I you know, fuck you.” he says in a goofy way with a dopey expression. His hands were touching your cheeks and spreading it. “Shut up and fuck me, Dylan.” you sighed, not really one to beg for it

“Sassy and impatient, hot.” he taunted, Dylan also felt his head getting a bit dazed. He closes his eyes and grunt at something to which you were to relaxed in the bed to notice — Dylan felt weird, something feels different

Dylan pulled down your underwear, leaving it hanging on your knees as his breath hovered over your puckering rim, chill ran down your spine at the cold exhale. You couldn't help but let out a lulled moan at it.

As Dylan's saliva dripped down to your entrance, you felt your head getting into a mist of pleasure. Dylan and you fooled around in camp and before becoming counselors, while you both only really started dating during these two months. You always knew Dylan fucked good but it was always slow, rather tender — he treats you as if you were porcelain honestly but it still felt great but it's always the same old same old.

You let out an audible gasp as Dylan's tongue finally dipped down into your hole, the sleepiness washed away as the one of the most sensitive parts of your body started getting worked.

Your eyes shut closed and chased after the numbing pleasure as the soft muscle increased depth, you squeezed out a few groans here and there as his tongue touched your soft walls — Dylan's approach was rather different than normal, more aggressive and rapid. His large hands were squeezing your ass in a bruising grip as well. A shrill moan left your mouth as you felt him spread your cheeks more and went deeper until he hit your sensitive spot. The obscene slurping sounds bounced of the wall made your head pound and your cock getting hard at the erotic noises.

“Dyl— Fuck... Fuckkkkk..., you're gonna make me cum too fast..” You piped out, a breathy tone surrounding your voice. You felt his tongue pull out so suddenly, before moving his mouth to your taint then to the back of your balls. He mouthed at it, your knees buckling back at the feeling of his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

“I'll fuck the attitude out of you.” He whispered with a tone with an underlying bite before pulling away and spitting at your wet hole.

Fuck.

It was not like you to find that sentence hot but something about it flared up that warm feeling at the pit of your stomach, this was different though from the soft, caring and tender Dylan you knew.

Dylan's head was throbbing, it's as if humanity turned off inside of him while something animalistic turned on.

Dylan lined up his own dick at your saliva-slick rim. You felt your knees tremble as you felt his head pressing against you.

“Dylan, your fingers firs— I don't think—!”

He eagerly thrusts into you with force, his hearing was blocked off as he only cared about you, mind drifted off as when Kaitlyn got too close to you — she touched you too much when walking up the stairs.

The painful thrust shocked you as you felt your body jolt and hit the bed. Dylan's shadow loomed over your body as you felt him leaning down to your back, kissing upwards before biting down hard on your shoulders.

The first few thrusts had pain embedded on them, but your hole managed to adjust fairly well to Dylan’s cock. You were now biting at the sheets — muffling your screams and crumpling it with your fingers.

A purple mark was created as Dylan continued to mark your skin up, his cock even going deeper.

Dylan's breathy grunts could be heard from earshot as you stopped biting on the sheets before letting out a series of high-pitched whines as Dylan made use of you to his heart's content

His hands on your hips were tight as he used you. “Y-You... smell— so... fucking... good, babe.” He groans out, you felt the feeling of orgasm about to reach you as your dick sensually rubbed against the bed on each powerful thrust.

Dylan pushed your body flat against the bed, his weight on your back present. Your cock was leaking against the sheets little by little until the downpour started, orgasm hit hard, untouched as Dylan selectively attacked your prostate with each harsh thrust — It continued releasing against the now-sticky sheets; your stomach uncomfortably stained with your own cum.

“D-Dylan A-Already came!” you managed to choke against the dirty sheets. The overstimulation made your cock throb continuously.

Dylan, overtaken by an inhuman force made it so he kept hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves sending each a jolt of overfilled pleasure that your body couldn't handle — till you hear an adamant sigh from the man. You feel yourself get lost in a second orgasm in a bit until Dylan’s hips finally go into a stop as you feel his cock milking itself on your ass. A wave of relief washed over you as his seed flowed into you, your back numbed from Dylan’s teeth-piercing skin.

You feel him pull out slowly, clambering on top of you as he releases breaths of exhaustion.

“G-God, Dyl? What the fuck, dude. No prep at all, plus my back is extra painful now— Not only did you give me a possible limp, but also marks! How the fuck would I explain this to the coming authorities?!" You chastised with a not-so-happy-possibly-im-going-to-kill-you-later huff, also glowering at the dumb guy.

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck— I don't know! Something came over me, and I just— I don't know!” he reasoned, trying to find the right words to say but in truth; he was just as confused as you — added with guilt.

“Look, Dyl. I'm not saying I didn't like it — You being rough and controlling and etcetera, is hot and all.. and new.... but give me a heads up first before you go on a weird rampage like that..” You trailed off, softening your tone a bit.

Now you're all sticky and dirty again, semen leaking out of your abused hole and on your stomach. “You clean me up, I swear to god.” you said with a glare as the man looked like he shrunk a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... wait, shit— I'll go get new towels.” he murmured, rushing on his feet as he tripped on clothes. You sighed at him, a bit shaken up by that. Though yes, it felt good, painful at first; amazing, fantastic after a bit — however this would not be something you would like to explain to the police once they arrive.

“Hello, good sir— the tall, cute man just reassembled my insides— that's why I'm this kind of messy, so we were having kinky wild sex while everyone was getting mauled by bears.” you explained to yourself in a barely-audible voice. Your mind was too jumbled to come up with a proper excuse.

Dylan managed to catch your inner dialogue and snorted too loudly before covering his mouth. He turned around and found your deathly stare against him. It was a frightening sight so he immediately looked away. “S-Sorry.” He quickly apologized for it.

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

He nodded and went to open the door, not expecting what came next.

Before he could unlock it, the lock of the door turned and in a moment — A blood-curdling scream was heard when Kaitlyn went face-to-face with a fully naked Dylan and his dangling thing, the keys to the room fell to the ground from her shock as she saw something she shouldn't have.

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

Behind Kaitlyn was an already-shocked Nick, bloody and all, and in his boxers. One more thing to add to things Nick had to experience or see.

“DYLAN LENIVY, WHAT THE FUCK!!” Kaitlyn yelled loudly as she covered her eyes at the sight.

To his surprise, Dylan’s brain was not functioning properly as he let out a late, un-manliest scream at the sight of his considered best friend and a bloodied-up jock. “SHIT! Sorry!” Dylan said before slamming the door on their faces.

He looked back at you with a horrified expression as you held back your laugh, you covered yourself before anything was seen so you didn't get bothered by it that much. A shuffling was heard behind the door as the two people ran away,

You couldn't contain the immense laughter bubbling from inside of you as you started cackling on top of your lungs.

“Oh my— DYL! I CAN'T. THAT WAS FUCKING— HAHA— HILARIOUS.”

Dylan looked at you aggrieved, “What if I kick you out of this room naked and all dirty huh?” His tone firm, rendering your laughs silent.

“Do a little walk of shame? Hmph.” He tuts, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You look at him with a ridiculed smile at his darkened expression.

He drops the serious act in a bit before grinning mischievously, flopping on the foot of the bed as he pulled at your legs threateningly — his devious plan already planted in his mind.

“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”

#dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy #the quarry #the quarry x reader #bottom male reader #x male reader #the quarry smut #dylan lenivy x male reader #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #mlm fiction #m!reader #male reader smut #gay #lgbtq

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plastikun · 2 years

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Hi there! I saw you were doing nsfw alphabets for Jacob and nick from the quarry at some point and I was wondering if you could add Dylan to the list? I dont know if you do gender neutral for all of them or not but I thought I would ask! If you don’t wanna add him that’s totally ok too! Thank you 😊😊

— STARRY EYES, DYLAN LENIVY

note: gender neutral is my default, however, Dylan is gay in canon! so everything i write for him will be for a male reader, or implied to be! representation is important and i’m not about to erase that about a character for some dumbass fanfic lol

A, AFTERCARE

Dylan is the absolute sweetest but he is so awkward after sex… drag him into the shower with you and give him lots of snuggles + kisses when you’re all clean! He probably won’t let you know verbally because he’s stupid and awkward, but he’ll appreciate it <3

B, BODY PART

He knows it sounds corny, but his favourite part about you are your eyes… he likes how they can tell him what to do with a simple glance, he likes the way they look at him with such a gentle kind of love, he likes the way

C, CUM

He’s not too particular when it comes to that sort of thing, he’ll cum wherever you want him to: on your stomach, your ass, inside you, in your mouth, on your face… you get it

D, DIRTY SECRET

Dylan absolutely loves it when you mark him up, especially where it’s visible… give him some cute bite marks and hickeys on his neck and he’ll show them off proudly like he’s flaunting a precious jewel necklace you’ve given him <3

E, EXPERIENCE

I feel like he was a virgin before he met you, so he’s had no experience other than whatever porn he’s seen… which is obviously not a very good example of real world sex so you’ll definitely have to help him out. Don’t worry though! Dylan is a very quick learner <3

F, FAVOURITE POSITION

He prefers any position where he can see your face! He likes getting those little glances of reassurance when he feels like he’s doing something wrong, or feeling especially awkward. But really, he’s up for any position you’re in the mood for <3

G, GOOFY

Just like every other second of his life, Dylan can absolutely not survive at least 10 minutes without cracking a joke, doesn’t matter if it’s funny or not. He prefers fun, giggly sex to stuff that’s more serious

H, HAIR

I think he’d keep himself groomed but nothing too fancy. That being said, if you want him to do something with himself down there, he’ll obey in an instant!

I, INTIMACY

Dylan is romantic in his own way: he very much likes to make you laugh <3 he enjoys the casual-romantic kind of sex, times where you can enjoy the other persons company just as much as you’re enjoying the sex!

J, JACK OFF

After the two of you met he never really found the need to do so, he prefers the in person experience, the real thing with real touches from you

K, KINKS

As I said before, he’s really into getting marked up and showing the bruises and bite marks off as subtly as he can (then again, the word subtle isn’t really in Dylan’s mental dictionary…) He also likes roleplaying, in a more fun way than serious— he likes making you laugh with his stupid made up situations and awfully awkward acting

L, LOCATION

Dylan definitely feels a lot more comfortable doing the act at his or your house, and is probably the type of person to get you distracted while watching a movie ;) lots of couch sex for you guys! But he’ll definitely be up for a risky hook up somewhere more public if you really want to

M, MOTIVATION

Although he tells both you and himself that it doesn’t do anything for him, being called stupid petnames really gets him going. ESPECIALLY the cringy, tooth-rottingly sweet ones! Call him your pretty boy and he’ll be on his knees for you with a bright red face and a saccharine smile <3

N, NO

If I’m being honest here… Dylan is pretty vanilla other than the fact that he enjoys getting all marked up by you, so he’s not up for any hard kinks (stuff that is/kind of overlaps with the bdsm community… yk?) He wants to be gentle with you and for you to do the same for him :( <3

O, ORAL

He prefers to be on the receiving end of it, as he’s pretty worried he won’t be as good with his mouth as you are with yours… but just give him some encouragement and he’ll give you the best fucking head of your life

P, PACE

Dylan prefers to go slow… but definitely not steady. He likes it when you toy with him: stopping every so often, waiting for him to beg you to keep going through a clenched jaw and a mumble ;)

Q, QUICKIE

As I said before, he isn’t really one for a quickie, unless you ask him really really nice of course!

R, RISK

The same goes for this! While Dylan isn’t a huge fan of taking risks, but as long as it isn’t anything super rough, he’s game for pretty much anything at least once; just make sure to ask nicely!

S, STAMINA

Have you looked at Dylan? Mans is WEAK as FUCK! This fuckin string bean can go for one round and that’s it… if you want someone who can go for longer then you’re going to have to pick someone different lmao

T, TOYS

Doesn’t really own any toys (mostly because he would be way too embarrassed to buy any…) but is 100% open and happy to use them if they��re supplied by you ;)

U, UNFAIR

Dylan definitely enjoys some light teasing! Emphasis on light because I feel like he’s a little bit more on the sensitive side… don’t want that being the reason he cries during sex!

V, VOLUME

The first few times the two of you hooked up was at camp and so, Dylan had to learn to be practically silent! You’ll get a few low whimpers from him but that’s about it

W, WILDCARD

Dylan definitely has a thing for being overstimulated ;) Do with that what you will!!

Y, YEARNING

He doesn’t have a very high sex drive per se, but he’ll also say yes pretty much whenever you ask him if he wants to get down n dirty! (Ew, that phrase is cringe as fuck but I’m jet lagged and cant think of anything else… sorry!)

Z, ZZZ

He won’t sleep until he’s sure you’re all cared for! Although he’s pretty awkward and very much unsure of where to put his body (expect some hover hands…) he adores cuddling with you, preferring to be the big spoon— mostly because he likes to cling on to you <3

#dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy #the quarry smut #the quarry x reader #the quarry

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drylan · 2 months

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ryan the type of dude to just roll his eyes and chuckle at dylan's jokes like he's only vaguely amused and then steal and sniff his underwear later (plot twist dylan lets him/intentionally leaves his underwear out)

#not kinkshaming im just speaking the truth #sorry i havent written smut in months and its taking a toll #the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #drylan #rylan #radioheads

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montysstuffs · 1 year

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Hii! I would like to know if you would write a dylan lenivy x fem! reader smut (I canon dylan as bi btw) where they sneak out at night to have seggs in the radio shack. I hope that's alright? Thank you!

Love Shack

Dylan x f!reader

AN: I am so sorry this took so long to get out. I suck and once I get all of these out, I plan on writing a continuation bc Jesus Dylan looks good on his knees. As usual, this was not beta read, so I apologize for any grammatical errors on my part. Ily💕💕 Any and all negative comments will be deleted 😘

Warnings: oral (f receiving), cussing, (if there are more, let me know~)

“D-Dylan, we shouldn’t.”

“And why not, doll face?”

“Someone might see -fuck.”

The thought that someone might walk in on the two of you sent a wave of fear and an arousing chill down both of your bodies. Dylan’s fingers made quicks work of his belt. His usually nimble fingers stuttering and fumbling to get the rest of his jeans. It was the first time you both had any time to yourselves, and Dylan was not going to waste any time showing you how much he missed your presence. You looked at him with an enticing and playful glint as you sat up on his soundboard. Haphazardly pressing every single button imaginable. Fuck you were so lewd.

He places a chaste kiss to your neck as he flips a switch. Effectively turning off everything. He was always the precautious type anyway. You held up your flimsy skirt as he eased his way down to his knees. He always looked so good under you. You didn’t even bother to waste time pulling your panties off. He pulled them to the side as he got an eyeful of your dripping cunt. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he smirks up at you as he bites your inner thigh.

“Shut up and eat me already.”

“Ooo eager are we?” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulders as he darts his tongue out. His hot breath ghosted over where you needed attention the most.

Growing impatient, you tug at his brown hair. Pulling his face into your awaiting pussy. He whimpers at the motion. His cock twitches, he is taken aback by how bold you are. “Fuck yes. Grab my hair and grind into my mm-“ his words are cut off by another forceful tug. This time, his tongue is immediately met with your wet folds. Capturing your clit in his mouth, his hands begin to wander. One of your hands keeps you propped up as the other doesn’t let for of his hair. “I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t wait any longer,” still, you don’t let his hair go. Fearful that if you do, he’ll stop pleasuring you like he is. “No no, I like it,” he says between licks. Your juices combined with his spit runs down his chin as he laps at your pussy. There is a mixture of sucks and kisses at your clit as he adds in two of his fingers. He groans at how tight you are, “relax baby.” He could barely get to the first knuckle. The last thing he would want is to hurt his princess. Your grip on his hair loosens, your hand trailing down to cup his cheek. His fingers finally reach his second knuckle. He looks up at you as if you hung the moon in the sky. “Hey, look at me, beautiful. That feel good?” You can’t help but to buck your hips abruptly as he grazes over that wonderful bundle of nerves that you love so much. You manage to open one of your hazy eyes, the sight under you could’ve sent you over the ledge. Dylan’s tongue was out flat against your. Clit as his fingers work their magic. Something he’s acquired over a bit of time. His pace quickens as your hips begin to stutter on their own. Your moans echo through the rickety shack as your orgasm washes over you. Dylan encourages and coaxes you through it, “Cum nice and hard for me baby. Ride it out, baby, ride it out. That’s it, very good.” He only adds to the overwhelming pleasure by lapping at your creamy pussy. He waits for you to ride your wave before he stands back up. You taste yourself on his lips. So sweet and earthy.

“Meet me back at our spot, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll return the favor.”

#imagines #the quarry #the quarry smut #lemon #reader insert #smut #miles robbins smut #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy the quarry #Dylan lenivy #Dylan lenivy x f!reader #miles robbins #Dylan lenivy imagine #imagine

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dylan-lenivy-appreciation-day · 2 years

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I've just written infected!Dylan tauntingly calling Ryan "boy scout" while he has him backed up against a wall and I'm-

#radioheads #the quarry #dylan x ryan #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #ao3 works #fics #Writing #Oh no it's a lot of smut

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lenivyssenseoflevity · 1 year

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First translation of one of my Rylan-One Shots!!!!!!!!

"You're so damn stubborn," the brown-haired giggled, shaking his head and was about to hoist Ryan onto his arms. He already had his left arm on his lower back and his right beneath Ryan's thighs

"Don't..." Ryan pleaded again, much quieter this time as he bowed his head in shame.

"Why not?" Dylan didn't understand why the other make a fuss and act so coyly. "Is it really that much against your pride? Come on, what's wrong with it? It’s gonna be okay, man. Even a proud Ryan Erzahler needs help sometimes.”

"It... it's just embarrassing," Ryan argued, looking around uncomfortably.

They were in a park a few blocks from Dylan's apartment. Luckily there weren't too many people around them at the moment, but the few who were here were already looking over at them.

Yeah! Ok, I've decided to give it a try. So here it is, the first English translation of one of my One Shots! Surprise! Surprise! Yeah!!!!! I'm super excited and happy!

So the full One Shot is now available to read on Wattpad! I would be very happy and appreciate it if you leave a little love and support if you like this project, enjoyed reading and want to see more Rylan-Content and want more translations. It's really a lot of work writing and translating these one shots, although I really enjoy writing them myself because I love this ship so much. So yeah, if you like it, just feel free to support me and if you want to stay updated if a new translation is upcoming then make sure to follow me here on tumblr, Wattpad (AngelNi5) and/or AO3 (Sense_Of_Lenivy) :) The original german collection that is still ongoing can be found on my Wattpad. Have fun! <3

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devine-star · 2 years

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Dylan x Male!Reader

Warming: SMUT!

IF YOU READ THIS YOU ARE AGREEING TO BEING 18+!

(Side note; I HC that Dylan is a switch!)

Early mornings at camp were Dylan’s favortie espcially when the camp was empty of kids; waiting for the new bus load to bring the rowdy kids that kept him away from his boyfriend.

Y/n was asleep.

The way his chest rose and fell as he slept soundly. Turning to look at his boyfriend Dylan admired everything about him the way his nose was shaped to the little splots of achne across his face.

Dylan’s eyes wandered down Y/n’s chest reaching over to run his hands over the hair that had grown on Y/n’s chest. His hands slowly going lower until he stopped at the waist band of Y/n’s boxers.

“Getting a bit frisky huh?” Dylan jumped at the sound of Y/n’s voice before blushing a deep red “I-I...uh” Y/n chuckled before leaning over for a sleepy kiss.

Humming softly, Y/n reached over to pull Dylan closer to deepen the kiss. Dylan slowly leaned over to hover over his lover while swinging one leg over his waist; sitting hip to hip.

“Someone has a little bit of morning wood huh?” Dylan pulled back staring at his boyfriend lovingly “Only for you handsome,want to help me with it?”

Y/n paused and pretended to be thinking for a moment before smiling “Only if you help me with this,” Dylan was confused for a moment before he felt Y/n grind up into him; he was just as turned on.

Groaning Dylan dove back in for a heated kiss. Pushing his tongue into Y/n’s mouth loving the sound of Y/n’s moans as his hands wander all over Dylan’s body.

“I think we’re both overly dressed for the occasion,” Dylan smirked leaning back to pull his shirt over his head enjoying the way Y/n’s eyes left a burning trail against his skin.

Y/n gently pushed Dylan off so he could shimmy his pants down, watching as Dylan did the same.

Normally when the two would get ‘busy’ in the morning, they would just stay in a spooned postion, back to front, while the other went to town; just holding each other close. But today was different, Dylan wanted to see the pleasure on Y/n’s face.

Pushing Y/n back onto the bed Dylan waisted no time. Reaching up to stick two fingers into Y/n’s mouth, moaning as his tongue swirled around the digits quickly as he sucked.

Slowly pulling his fingers away, Dylan groaned softly at the pornographic sight of his boyfriend’s tongue hanging out of his mouth and the spit trail coming from his fingers to Y/n’s mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Y/n smiled innocently at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dylan narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t be a brat now, I was going to take you on a trip to pound town,” Y/n laughed while shaking his head “Never say that again you big doof,” before pulling Dylan back into a rough kiss.

Y/n gasped into the kiss as Dylan slid one finger into him then the next before pumping them quickly.

“Shit Dyl! No warning?” Y/n moaned arching his back as he felt Dylan begin to kiss down his neck. Harshly sucking and biting the skin; knowing the two would get clowned by the other counselors late that day.

“Want everyone to know that you belong to me,” Dylan growls roughly pulling his fingers out while hoisting one of Y/n’s shoulders over his leg.

“This isn’t going to be our normal soft morning session is it?” Y/n asked with a soultry voice that turned Dylan on even more than he currently was “No it isn’t baby,” He places a kiss to Y/’n thigh before lining himself up.

Hissing Y/n closed his eyes tightly when Dylan pushed in roughly “Gonna make you feel good baby boy,” Dylan mumbles rocking his hips into Y/n’s to let him adjust for a moment.

“Don’t go easy on me Dyl, we havne’t had a session like this in a long time,” Y/n panted softly.

The sight of Dylan balls deep inside of Y/n as he leaned over him was almost too much. The way his necklace hung from his neck along with the way he panted; obvioulsy holding back until Y/n was ready caused Y/n’s gut to stir.

“Fucking move already Dylan, we don’t have long before the kids-” Y/n cut himself off with a loud almost pornographic moan as Dylan snapped his hips roughly.

“Don’t.be.a.brat.” Dylan puncuated every word with a rough thrust, causing Y/n’s back to arch slightly as he cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck Dylan!”

The sound of Y/n yelling his name was like music to his ears, if Y/n would allow him to Dylan would record their sessions to mix into songs or just listen to them when Y/n wasn’t around to help Dylan get off.

“Oh god baby, you gotta let me record you,” Dylan mumbled off whatever was on his mind “Want to hear you moan my name as I jerk off when you’re away at work,” Dylan moans as he bit Y/n’s calf.

Y/n’s face flushed deeply as he heard Dylan’s pleasured mumble rants “Grab your phone baby, record me,” Dylan almost came right then and there.

Frantically reaching for the phone he convinced Ryan to steal back from Mr. H, Dylan quickly opens his recording ap hitting the big red button to record the lewd sounds his boyfriend was letting out.

Tossing the phone back to the nightstand, Dylan began thrusting harder; wanting every heavenly sound that Y/n let out to be recorded clear as day.

Dylan smirked down at Y/n as his moans seemed to be a lot louder than normal “You’re getting off to this arent you?” Y/n nodded slowly “Like the thought of me listening to you as I jerk off huh?”

“Yes! God yes!” Y/n cried.

“Maybe the thought of me holding one of your hoodies close, smelling your cologne while I moan your name hm?” Dylan mumbles close to Y/n’s ear, moaning softly himself once Y/n mewed in his ear.

“I know you’ve done that with my shirts,” Dylan admited softly. “I know you moan my name late at night when I’m in my cabbin,”

Y/n didn’t reply knowing Dylan mumbled things like this when he was close to cumming.

“Cum baby,” Y/n panted feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him rather quickly.

Groaning to himself, Dylan reached between their bodies quickly jerking Y/n’s swollen cock roughly “Cum with me handsome,” he whispered.

Y/n clenched his eyes shut tightly once again as his orgasm came at him like a speeding train “DYLAN!!” Y/n yelled.

Dylan leaned back watching as Y/n spurted cum across his chest and over Dylan’s own fist while his thighs began shaking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Dylan chanted as he slowly fell out of rythm for a moment before remaing still inside of Y/n as he came; groaning lowly leaning his head back.

Suddenly the sound of someone banging rythmically on the door and fake moans could be heard “Oh Dylan!!!”

It was Jacob and Kaityln.

The two began laughing when Dylan slid his boxers on and swung the door open to flip them off “At least I’m getting some,” He responded crossing his arms.

Y/n blushd while chuckling as he reached to hit the ‘Stop recording’ button on Dylan’s phone, listening to the three of them bicker back and forth.

#Dylan Lenivy x male reader smut #Dylan Lenivy x male reader #Dylan Lenivy x reader smut #The Quarry x reader #The Quarry x male reader #The Quarry smut #Spicy Talks #SpicyTalks

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five-rat-lore · 2 years

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I’m back after a month hiatus lmao and I hope this was worth the wait!

#rylan #dylan x ryan #Dylan Lenivy #Ryan Erzahler #The Quarry #the quarry ao3 #smut #trans dylan lenivy

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dreamqueenkala · 2 years

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OVERHEARD

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WARNINGS: Mutual H*ndjob; Gr*ping; Voyeurism; Anxiety; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; F*ngering; Internalized Hom*phobia; Hints of Ab*se; Sweet Talk

Male Reader x Jacob Custos

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I shrieked as a familiar bicep coiled around my neck, forcing me to bend over as his knuckles rubbed against my scalp. Squirming, I tugged at his arms and whined, eventually resorting to kicking him in the shin. He yelped and backed away quickly, leaning down to rub his shin with a pout.

"Um, ow!" He huffed, dark eyes glaring at me, though there was still humor on his face. I stuck my tongue out in reply, ruffling my (h/c) hair gently and popping my neck.

"You started it, shithead!" I squealed as he lunged at me, dodging to the side. Taking off at a sprint, I barreled through the forest behind the boathouse, screaming with joy. "Jacob, you're a dick!"

"I know!" Holy shit, he's right on my ass! I yelped as his muscular arms embraced my waist, the force of his tackle carrying us both to the dirt. I gasped from the force, cradling my head as it had smacked the ground pretty hard.

"F-Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Jacob stammered, sitting upright to get a better look at my head. "Dammit, okay, t-there's no blood, at least." I blinked and light rubbed the bump already forming on the back of my skull, pushing myself up onto my elbows. As I did so, my face was suddenly inches away from Jacobs broad chest, the boy leaning over me slightly to worry over my bruising skull.

Completely oblivious to my predicament, Jacob caressed my hair gently, attempting to assess the damage. My eyes raked slowly down his torso, hesitating on his wide, strong hips and his powerful thighs that straddled my hips. Straddled. Holy fuck, Jacob's on top of me right now.

Every hormone in my body immediately reacted, blood rushing to my shorts and causing a tent to begin to form. My heart raced and my breathing staggered, (e/c) eyes wide with shock. My skin flushed a bright red and I yelped, quickly forcing the guy off me with both hands to his chest.

He gasped as he fell back, resting on his elbows as he glared at me. "Dude, what the hell—" Jacob's exclamation fell short as his brows furrowed, eyes settling on my red face and flustered expression. "Dude? You good?"

I didn't respond, my brain short circuiting as I attempted to rid myself of the dirty thoughts lingering behind my eyelids. What would it be like to have those thick, muscular thighs wrapped around my skull, those strong hands smacking my ass—I groaned and covered my face, lifting my knees in an attempt to shield my crotch from view.

"Dude, (Y/N), what's wrong?" Jacob leaned forward, brushing my hair to the side. He was worried, that much was obvious, but whether or not he noticed what was really happening to me was unknown.

"N-Nothing!" My voice cracked and I winced, squirming away from him. "I-I'm fine." My awkward demeanor was a common thing as I had severe social anxiety, especially around attractive or outgoing people. Though I was normally quite comfortable around Jacob, the crush I'd slowly developed over the past month on the guy made me flustered and provided me with more than just one problem. Problems I, unfortunately, had to deal with alone.

Shifting in place, I pushed myself back against a tree, my gaze flitting around rapidly. I could see his larger form moving closer to my thin self, kneeling over me as his shadow cast over my face. "(Y/N), dude, look at me." I shook my head, keeping my face buried in my knees. His firm hands squeezed my calves and I gasped softly, recoiling at the unintentionally intimate gesture. "Dude, let me see your face, c'mon—"

"N-No, Jake—!" My face grew ever warmer as he pulled my legs down, his eyes immediately flicking to the little problem I'd developed. I whimpered slightly at the wide eyed stare he'd given me upon noticing, tears pricking at my eyes. "D-Don't look at me like that."

His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, (e/c) clashing with deep charcoal. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled softly, hiccuping. "G-Go ahead. F-Fuckin' hate me, l-like everyone at home—"

"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, why would I hate you?" I snapped my jaw shut, eyes still screwed shut as my fingers dug into the dirt. "D-Did...did I...?" With a swift, but hesitant nod from me, Jacob inhaled sharply, his hands leaving my bare calves as he leaned back. I felt my heart sink and had to bite back a sob, the sound a choked whimper in my throat as I covered my face with my hands.

The dark thoughts invaded, memories of my fathers drunken anger and the abuse I suffered at home lingering behind my minds eye. I could feel the glass shattering on my skin, hear the angry slurs and threats, the banging of his fist on a door. Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate, my breathing staggered and my heart rate accelerated as I struggled to focus. Ugly. Evil. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. Disgusting. Disgraceful.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Warm hands cupped my jaw, two thumbs wiping the tears trickling down my skin. "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're funny. You're smart. So beautiful. So brilliant." I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. His sweet words slowly calmed my thunderous thoughts, my breathing slowing to an even pattern. Blinking my eyes slowly, I leaned into his palm, exhaling softly as my hands fell to my lap.

"'M sorry." Jacob shushed me, petting my cheeks as he moved to sit beside me. Maneuvering my body, he placed me between his legs, head resting against his chest and my own legs draped over his left thigh. He cradled me close for a moment—obviously he was used to my anxiety attacks, having helped me through them more than once before so far this summer—and gently caressed my spine lightly.

"You're okay, (N/N). Seriously, you don't have to be so worked up." Jacob hummed after a moment. "I meant what I said, okay? I could never hate you just for being gay...your dad’s a dick, dude." I snorted softly and nuzzled his chest, exhaling as his heart thumped loudly beneath my ear.

"Thanks Jake. You're my best friend, you know that?" Jacob smiled and rested his hands on my back and thigh, hugging me closer.

"Well, duh, but I think I'm more than just your best friend if you just popped a boner for me—"

"Oh my god, shut up!" His boisterous laugh was infectious, a wide grin on both our lips as the tenseness of the previous situation died down with ease. His eyes sparkled with mirth and adoration as they examined my happy expression, lingering for a moment longer on my lips. "What...?"

"Nothing. You're just hot." His cheeky grin had me groaning, falling backwards over his lap as he snorted.

"Woooooow, so smooth, Jake." I huffed, despite the pink hue painting the apples of my cheeks again. I reached up and poked his shoulder, the guy smiling down at me.

"What? I can't flirt with you?" I deadpannned and pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze as I sat up.

"You're fucking with me."

He gaped at my blatant accusation, lifting his hands up in defense. "Um, no? Why would I do that?"

"Don't be a dick."

"I'm not! Wha—(Y/N)!" I moved to stand up, shuffling onto my knees with slight discomfort due to the semi-hard-on I still sported. Before I could move any further, Jacob's hands grasped my waist, pulling me back and forcing me to face him, straddling his hips. His expression was that of a kicked puppy as he held me in place, genuinely hurt by my accusation. "I'm not fucking with you."

Pursing my lips, I hesitated, searching his charcoal gaze for a sign of any deceit or deviousness. When I found none, I caved, placing my hands on his chest gently. "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Jacobs hands squeezed my sides lightly, my body shuddering as his thumbs brushed under the hem of shirt my slightly. His eyes flickered down, watching my hips twitch in his lap, before flickering up to gauge my reaction. His hands slid lower, warm fingers threading under my shirt and tickling my cool skin lightly. I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how close we really were, our noses practically brushing as our breathes mingled.

"Jake..." I mumbled, eyes flicking to his lips as my heart hammered in my chest. He swallowed thickly, leaning forward so our lips brushed.

"Yeah..." Jacob closed the gap, pulling me closer as his hips brushed up against mine. I mewled softly against his mouth, feeling his hand slide down to palm my crotch, squeezing the length and rubbing the head with his thumb.

"J-Jacob—" He shushed me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist and his hand squeezing my crotch lightly. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, losing itself against mine while his knees bent slightly, rolling our hips together. Soft mewls and whines escaped me between kisses, my hands grabbing at his defined chest and broad shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscled flesh.

He chuckled slightly, soft grunts pressed against my lips as I groped the athlete, his hands guiding my ass over his lap. I could feel him pressing against my rear, the thick outline of his cock tented in his khakis. I pulled away with a breathless gasp, a string of saliva bonding our lips as we panted and gazed at each other, pupils blown. "I-I thought you were—"

"Interested in Emma? She's hot but she's not you."

My heart warmed at his words and I found myself grinding over his lap, pressing down against his cock whilst his fingers squeezed my waist. "F-Fuck..." He groaned and let his eyes flutter shut, cupping my ass in his large palms with a nice squeeze. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna lose it, (N/N)." He warned, eyes dark as they opened to settle on my hips, watching me roll them.

"Jacob..." His name came out as a breathless whine, his eyes meeting mine with surprise and lust as he took in my expression of utter submission. My nails dug into his shoulders as I leaned back against his bent legs, lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses whilst my pupils consumed the ring of (e/c) that once rested there. "I want you. Jacob, please." I begged, disheveled (h/c) locks falling loosely in my vision. A deep groan left his throat and his hands moved further down my ass, grabbing firmly at the plush clothed flesh. His lips found my neck and sucked at the skin, tongue swirling lightly over my pulse point. As his teeth nipped at my pulse, I cried out and bucked my hips hard, slamming my ass back against his hard clothed cock.

"Jesus Fucking—!" Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me up onto my knees, shuffling to remove his belt. Popping the button, he slid his khakis and boxers down just enough to let his cock stand, the bulbous red tip bounding against his clothed abs with a harsh smack.!I swallowed thickly and struggled to remove my own shorts, tossing them along with my briefs to the side. My shirt still present on my body helped me relax slightly, feeling incredibly shy as my smaller length lifted the hem with its pulsing. "You're beautiful." The ravenette mumbled against my throat, licking his fingers lightly. That hand made its way down my spine, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my entrance.

I gasped and gripped his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle. It felt different with his hand, his digits thicker than my own. Despite the temporary discomfort, I felt extremely satisfied by just the one in my ass, keening as he buried it deeper. "Is that good?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious as he'd most likely never fucked another guy before. I nodded, unable to find words in the moment, and let my head rest on his shoulder. His ring finger slipped past the rim, following the first as deep as two knuckles, then he slowly pulled them back out only to push them back in just as slow.

"Faster..." I murmured, tightly gripping at his shirt as I did so. He made a soft noise of confirmation, his fingers moving faster as his freehand slid to my front. Between my legs, he grasped my cock in his left hand, my muffled yelp of surprise pressed against his skin. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he stroked me lightly, other hand still thrusting into my ass as he held me. "O-Oh fuck, J-Jake...!"

"Say my name again." His voice was hoarse from lust and pleasure, leaning back to watch my expressions as he toyed with my body. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"Jake!" I all but whined, head tossed back as I rolled my hips against his hands. His breath hitched and he bit his lip, dark eyes watching me with awe. Deciding to return the favor, one of my hands slipped down his chest and enveloped his length, his size much larger than my hand. I stroked him in time with his movements, watching his brows furrow and his jaw clench.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)..." He grunted, voice cracking. I perked up slightly and moved my hand a bit faster, still rolling my hips into his hands. My thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum, and I squeezed the base lightly, earning a whine of pleasured protest from him. "Fuck yeah, ah..."

I leaned forward as he rushed his movements, thrusting his fingers in my ass rapidly as he fisted my cock. His lips brushed over mine as we both moaned, his hand replacing mine on his own cock and pressing our two lengths together. I mewled and thrusted into his fist, coiling my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. He kissed me aggressively, stroking faster as he dipped three fingers into my ass, altering the angle and brushing my prostate. I screamed against his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile as his tongue swallowed my cry, fingers aiming for that bundle of nerves on every thrust in. His strokes grew sloppy, our cocks rubbing together as they throbbed and our balls clenched, climax growing near.

"So beautiful. So sweet." Jacob cooed against my lips, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at me with such adoration and love, chest heaving. I whimpered softly and bit my lip, back arching as I cried out once more, my vision a blinding white. I could hear him groan, his hips bucking against mine as we both came, the warm stickiness of our release mixed between our shirts and dampening the soft cotton cloth. Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder, wincing as his fingers slipped from my ass and tugged my shirt hem down to cover it.

"Holy shit, you guys are loud." I yelped and scrambled to hide myself further, Jacobs hands wiping themselves clean on his shirt before coiling around me protectively. Nick snickered as he stood nearby, hands on his hips whilst Kaitlyn hailed a disapproving expression, her arms folded over her chest. "You guys need to clean the fuck up and thank Ryan for taking all the kiddos canoeing."

"Yes ma'am." Jacob mock saluted the short woman, receiving a roll of the eyes and a scoff before she turned on her heel. Nick waved, a coy smirk on his face as he followed after her, disappearing beyond the treeline. Jacob chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to my temple, hugging me gently.

"We really should get cleaned up." I nodded, my face ablaze, but the dopey smile I carried had yet to fade. Even though we'd been caught, I didn't regret a thing.

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